Sekuel XIX Kumpulan Puisi "From Wheat to Bread"
THE WHEAT AND THE BREAD What does the wheat know of the bread
For the bread is far ahead.
It once was wheat and then flour,
The rising dough but for an hour,
Baked by the heat of the fire
Purged its dross, ascended higher;
Now the bread knows its fate
To be consumed not too late. If the bread, wheat inspire
The wheat will stay in its quagmire.
For the bread is far ahead
What does the wheat know of the bread? - JALALUDDIN RUMI, on "From Wheat to Bread".GANDUM DAN ROTI Apa yang gandum ketahui tentang roti Padahal roti jauh di depan. Pertama-tama ia...
Sekuel XVIII Kumpulan Puisi "From Wheat to Bread"
FROM BREAD TO WHEAT Somebody asked this question to start a game:
What does the bread know of the wheat whence it came?
It knows the wheat, flour, the dough, and the flame;
It knows them by name and fame, in pride and shame;
And that's OK for the bread, and for the wheat is just the same. - JALALUDDIN RUMI, on "From Wheat to Bread".DARI ROTI KE GANDUM Seseorang menanyakan ini untuk mengawali suatu game: Apa yang roti ketahui tentang gandum yang merupakan asal kejadiannya? Ia mengetahui gandum, tepung, adonan, dan nyala api; Ia mengetahui mereka semua sesuai ...
Sekuel XVII Kumpulan Puisi "From Wheat to Bread"
THE DESERT
They say the wheat cannot
grow
In the desert or amidst snow
Will the clouds bring their rain?
Will the snow melt once again?
In the meantime will wheat survive?
Will this grain become alive?
I seem to be that lone
grain
In my desert silent remain
Endure the draught and sandy pain
Till the clouds wash me again.
They say clouds will only rain
When they decide. We wish in vain.
No matter how brilliant a
mind
A soul that’s wise, a heart that’s kind
When lost in this endless space
Walking the desert pace after pace
When of grace there’s no...
Sekuel XVI Kumpulan Puisi "From Wheat to Bread"
THE TREASURE
A father who
was turned grey and old
On his death bed to his three sons told
Of when his father gave him his farm
He did not see its grace nor its charm;
"I intended to have the farm sold
Since I was unaware of its hidden gold
From the time of my great grandfather
A treasure, unlike any other
Has been buried deep in this farm
To insure our family against harm.
I neither had help, nor the zeal
To make myself wealth of such great deal.
But if this notion for you has appeal
The three of you this treasure can reveal.
I know not where this treasure...
