where, my love jesaya tunggal

What should I owe, my love,

for a trip beyond the sea? Where must I go, my love, that we might be one, you and me?

My heart of brass: like two ores, smelt in one. Lit by flames of switch and manilla grass, warring within, as moon with sun.

Where can I flee, what must I do, to realize the comfort of your hands? No longer wandering, finally beside you; home at last, the motherland.

Two nations, one man, three worlds apart Yet for me, my love, remains only a broken heart. x

WORDS by JESAYA TUNGGAL