Chrysogonus' Translation #65 - from Robert Verdon's "The Great Fugue"

Fugue Megah

kita mengikuti

lekuk tajam ujung kuku

lengkuk mentari pada kabut

di pelangi kematian putih

kapal megah melambat menyapu jatuh segala rupa bagai bola bowling,

kerumunan melompat bagai air hujan pada besi membara,

tirai terakhir yang tak pernah terbuka

biarkan aku bersamamu hingga tanah

menutup kita berdua

sementara

biarkan kita bernafas dalam detak

di fugue megah dekade terakhir kita

dua beo indah di tengah rerumputan

dua ngengat putih di hampar rosemary

we follow

the sharp arc of a fingernail,

the sun with curved fog rays

on the white rainbow of death,

the great ship slow but sweeping all aside like a bowling ball,

the crowd jumping like raindrops on hot steel,

the last curtain that never parts

let me be with you until the grave

claims us both

meanwhile

let us breathe with a skipping heart

in the great fugue of our last decades

two brilliant parrots in a wattle bush

two white moths in a taiga of rosemary