Still, unmoving
in silence standing
saddened by tidings
from ancestral 'steadings
a fire burns
the red in the ears
as vengeance calls
boiling blood stirs
the honour of race
lifeblood of culture
the sacredness of faith
caveat lingua franca
questioned and raised
discarded of value
dissected displaced
stripped of virtue
answer the call
these days of thunder
ride the squall
and come hither
seize the bugle
the pen and paper
join the struggle
with words and valour
be ye the vanguard
the edge and coda
the rising tide
of Melayu Muda.
* Malay version here
A glimpse of RUMI (EACH NOTE))
- Sunday, September 05, 2010
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A little bit of RUMI to salve Auden's search in O Tell Me the Truth About Love, for there is no answer to what love is, but for the experience and deed of it. You can only know it when you find out and its only description is the notes of its song sung out.
EACH NOTE
by ...Rumi
Advice doesn't help lovers!
They're not the kind of mountain stream
you can build a dam across.
An intellectual doesn't know what the drunk is feeling!
Don't try to figure what those lost inside love will do next!
Someone in charge would give up all his power,
if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk
from the room where lovers are doing who-knows- what!
One of them tries to dig a hole through a mountain.
One flees from academic honors.
One laughs at famous mustaches!
Life freezes if it doesn't get a taste
of this almond cake.
The stars come up spinning
every night, bewildered in love.
They'd grow tired with that revolving, if they weren't.
They'd say, "How long do we have to Do this!"
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don't try to end it .
BE Your Note.
I'll show you how it's enough.
Go up on the roof at night
in the city of the soul.
Let Everyone climb on their roofs
and sing their notes!
Sing loud
EACH NOTE
by ...Rumi
Advice doesn't help lovers!
They're not the kind of mountain stream
you can build a dam across.
An intellectual doesn't know what the drunk is feeling!
Don't try to figure what those lost inside love will do next!
Someone in charge would give up all his power,
if he caught one whiff of the wine-musk
from the room where lovers are doing who-knows- what!
One of them tries to dig a hole through a mountain.
One flees from academic honors.
One laughs at famous mustaches!
Life freezes if it doesn't get a taste
of this almond cake.
The stars come up spinning
every night, bewildered in love.
They'd grow tired with that revolving, if they weren't.
They'd say, "How long do we have to Do this!"
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows.
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don't try to end it .
BE Your Note.
I'll show you how it's enough.
Go up on the roof at night
in the city of the soul.
Let Everyone climb on their roofs
and sing their notes!
Sing loud
Conundrum Coda, 38th movement
- Sunday, September 05, 2010
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What do you do when you find something great
do you reach out and take it or do you wait?
But reaching out risks losing out
if and when the venture doesn't work out.
While waiting's just too much
to have your heart wrenched
on a regular basis.
Eff Eff Effing it!
Lucky you can always run to your Penang Hermit cave and hide out.
do you reach out and take it or do you wait?
But reaching out risks losing out
if and when the venture doesn't work out.
While waiting's just too much
to have your heart wrenched
on a regular basis.
Eff Eff Effing it!
Lucky you can always run to your Penang Hermit cave and hide out.
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