SMPN 2 UTAN
Pride of Bajo Festival Poetry Workshop
Labuhan Bajo, Sumbawa, Indonesia. Poetry Workshop in Translation in Collaboration with Penjaga Pulau.
Maupaku Dadi Suku Sama (Aku Bangga Menjadi Orang Bajo)
Karya: Anana’ Sama (Karya: Anak-anak Bajo)
Labuhan Bajo, di laok ne luas, darua luas ne baka lange/ Labuhan Bajo, lautannya luas bagaikan luasnya angkasa
Dayah-dayah ne rurumangi mamarannu/ Ikan-ikan berenang dengan ceria
Para pulai ta mamalasso, menarik wisatawan/ Banyak pulau-pulau cantik menarik wisatawan
Mandiru kami, baka sehe-sehe biasa ne ngala dayah si parame/ Di sana kami biasa menangkap ikan bersama teman beramai-ramai
Tapi, di laok ne nggai lagi matadda, dangellai iru dayah ne para. Tapi sikarah itu segge’ kaparahang ne ma di laok, ngarosak ruma dayah/ Tapi lautnya tidak seindah dulu. Dulu ikan berlimpah, sekarang sampah yang berlimpah, mencemari dan merusak rumah ikan
Mandore panang uaku ngindak daya, biasa ne para, tapi itu nggai lagi nia / Disana tempat Bapakku mencari ikan, kadang banyak, kadang tidak ada
Pikkerdi, lamung di laok rosak, batenje na bangke’ lahak itu?/ Pikirkan, jika laut rusak, bagaimana orang bajo hidup?
Batenje kite na ellong?/ Bagaimana kita hidup?
English Translation
Labuhan Bajo, where the sea expands like outerspace
full of fish swimming
many small islands attract various visitors
while we, usually catch fish together with our friends
But the sea, one beautiful, once plentiful
Now suffers under the weight of people's trash
and the fish's house, polluted.
My father catches fish in Bajo
sometimes many, sometimes none
If the sea is destroyed, how will Bajo live?
How will we live?
Encourage
George St. Co-Op
February 8, 2015. New Brunswick, NJ
Give me a chance to rip you apart -
To crawl inside of you
Infest your heart
Ease the pain that I let society bow on my shoulders everyday
And free me from the fierceness of the eternal waves.
Now I’m down on my knees…
I’ve been looking for something:
All I see is disease.
I am guilty –
Not of the actual shooting, but of the forgetting,
Not forgetting in this very moment
It could’ve been me.
Peace.
Dynamic equation, organic components.
Activating, compensating, motivating, elevating self.
Still.
Sending ripples, slowly slipping,
into harmony.
Like Sisyphus, we won’t give up, we are light.
We are love and we are kind.
Humankind.