Chrysogonus' Translation #57 - from Susan Hawthorne's "wind"

angin

angin indah terperangkap

dalam mulut tengkorak

mereka menggigil dan bulir

keringat jatuh bagai hujan

angin prana

tanpa derita untuk mendarat

pikiran hanya lagu liar

membuncah melalui rerumputan

beautiful wind trapped

in the mouths of skulls

they shiver and beads

of sweat fall like rain

the wind of prana

not a plague to stump

thought but wild song
bursting through the scrub