Haa Ana Dza...

jogja
kota sejuta cerita,
seribu tawa, canda, juga cinta...

fajarnya menawarkan kedamaian
teriknya menyemarakkan perjuangan
senjanya manghadirkan kesyahduan
dan gelapnya memanjakan kerinduan

di tepian kota ini aku mengenalmu
mengenalmu dan mengenal jogjaku,
semua terasa menyatu..
sendu, pilu, namun syahdu

ada kalanya salah melangkah,
pun juga kehilangan arah
namun mengingatnya,
tetap kurasa indah..

malam ini, hati tak tentram
tak dapat terpejam dalam pekat malam
sepanjang jalan lampu temaram
terus berlinang, tak kuasa memendam

entah kapan kau pijakkan kaki di kota ini lagi
atau mungkin tak kan pernah walau sekali?

jogja
kota sejuta cerita,
seribu tawa, canda, juga cinta...

Que sera, sera..

Ho sognato della mia bella
Mi e’ apparsa sopra irami
Passava come la luna
Tra una nuvola el’altra
Andava e io la seguivo
Mi fermavo e lei mi guardava
E tutto e’ finite qui
 
Yang kira-kira kalo diartiin ke bahasa Cibubur (jiaaahhh) ala gw, jadinya kayak gini :

I dreamt about my beloved
She appeared among the branches of tree

For all the times that expelled in vain,

for all the rest of strength that I have,

for all the faith that sometimes forgotten,

and for all the promises that I couldn't fulfilled yet,

Please forgive me...

For the feeling which I couldn't defeat yet,

for him, the one who always play around my mind,

for everything I've done for the other one,

Please forgive me...

About two weeks ago, I killed my long free time of waiting my next class in the library of university. Actually, I didn't have any plan to look for any books there. I just feel that spending time in the library is a wiser decision than spend it in the canteen, mall, or just have an easy talking with my other friends in front of the faculty.

So, when I walked alone among the bookshelves in the west side of forth floor, I found a unique book. At least the cover of it's book. The cover was about a picture of someone (I didn't know whether that was a man or a woman) who looked like was dancing alone with a high and mysterious ecstasy. It could be known by looked at his/her face. The dancer using a long dress and has a long hair too. The big letters of the cover mention it's title : "Rubais of Rumi".

Rumi... hmm...the name was sound familiar in my hearing. But I didn't know exactly who he is. When I opened the book, the content was only a set of poems in english. I thought it just cumulation of common english poem. So I took ang brought it home. More I read, more I confused. The poem doesn't look like the ordinary one. So the next day I asked to my friend. And finally, I understand what kind of book which I read along the night. hooo... :P

Rubais of Rumi is a set of Jalaluddin Rumi's poem. Do you know who is he?? fortunately, I knew him in my Tasawuf class few days ago..and after I looked for his information in "mbah google"  I got that JalaluddinRumiMaulana Muhammad ibn Hasin al Khattabi al-Bakri (Jalaluddin Rumi) or sometimes called by  Rumiadalah is a Sufi poet born in Balkh (now Afghanistan) on the 6th of Rabi al-Awwal 604 Hijri, or the date of 30 September 1207 Masehi. His father was descendant of Abu Bakr, named Bahauddin Walad. And his mother came from a royal family Khwarazm. Rumi's father is a devout scholars, mystics are forward-looking, a famous teacher at Balkh.

His poem better approach "love" to the God. So, simply, he proclaimed the God as his beloved, and declaire his relation with Him as an affection. 

Here is one of his poem :