Prajurit jaga malam
Waktu jalan. Aku tidak tahu apa nasib waktu? Pemuda-pemuda yang lincah yang tua-tua keras, bermata tajam, Mimpinya kemerdekaan bintang-bintangnya kepastian ada di sisiku selama menjaga daerah yang mati ini Aku suka pada mereka yang berani hidup Aku suka pada mereka yang masuk menemu malam Malam yang berwangi mimpi, terlucut debu ... Waktu jalan. Aku tidak tahu apa nasib waktu!
Soldiers on guard at night
Time passes. I do not know what fate awaits time. Agile young warriors, strong old men, with sharp eyes, Dreaming of freedom, as certain as the stars in the sky, stand beside me, on guard over this dead region I love those who dare to live I love those willing to enter the night The night fragrant with dreams, stripped of dust ... Time passes. I do not know what fate awaits time.
This poem by the major Indonesian poet Chairil Anwar (1922-1949) was probably written late in 1948. It shows Anwar's commitment to the ideal of 'kemerdekaan', the full independence of Indonesia, as well as his characteristic enthusiasm for a life lived with great intensity, despite the ever-present possibility of death.
Merdeka
belum
Freedom!
no, not yet ...
20th May 1998
This poem, written by the contemporary dramatist Ikranegara (born 1943) was dated the night before Suharto resigned as the president of Indonesia. It shows that struggle to realise the dream of national independence has been a long hard one. Conventionally, when a politician shouted 'Merdeka!' at his listeners, the audience would return the cry with great vigour. The refusal to accept the proposition that Indonesia was yet truly liberated was extremely subversive - and a source of great humour for the audience. Ikra and his audiences could play with these two words for a considerable time.
Kita adalah pemilik syah republik ini
Tidak ada pilihan lain. Kita harus Berjalan terus Karena berhenti atau mundur Berarti hancur
Apakah akan kita jual keyakinan kita Dalam pengabdian tanpa harga Atau maukah kita duduk satu meja Dengan para pembunuh tahun yang lalu Dalam setiap kalimat yang berakhiran 'Duli Tuanku'?
Tidak ada pilihan lain. Kita harus Berjalan terus Kita adalah manusia bermata sayu, yang di tepi jalan Mengacungkan tangan untuk oplet dan bus yang penuh Kita adalah berpuluh juta yang bertahun hidup sengsara Dipukul banjir, gunung api, kutuk dan hama Dan bertanya-tanya diam inikah yang namanya merdeka Kita yang tak punya kepentingan dengan seribu slogan Dan seribu pengeras suara yang hampa suara
Tidak ada pilihan lain. Kita harus Berjalan terus
The republic is ours
There is no other choice. We must Go on Because to stop or withdraw Would mean destruction
Should we sell our certainty For meaningless slavery, Or sit at a table With last year's murderers Who end each sentence 'As Your Majesty wishes'?
There is no other choice. We must Go on. We are the people with sad eyes, at the edge of the road Waving at vans and crowded buses. We are the tens of millions who live in misery Beaten about by flood, volcano, curses and pestilence, Who silently ask for freedom But are ignored in a thousand slogans And meaningless loud-speaker voices.
There is no other choice. We must Go on.
This poem is by Taufiq Ismail (born 1937), a student writer and activist in 1966.
The poems were selected by Harry Aveling (H.Aveling@latrobe.edu.au), who teaches at La Trobe University, Melbourne, Australia. He has translated numerous volumes of Indonesian poetry into English. The last two poems and their translations can be found in Harry Aveling (translator), 'Secrets need words: Indonesian poetry 1966-1998' (Ohio University Press, 2001 - see Bookshop).
