The Last Message
In this Kurusetra war, all the curtains
has been open, Yudistira
A servant of the goddess
Ganga is born, an angel of heaven
meet Santanu of human
And in it contained I
The damned Wasu
I swear there will be no sorrow curse of the Gods
For me life is to honor and love
Love is not sought, but found
There was no word of love a fenced
I am the damned Wasu
Transformed into a pure heart and the occult
Down to earth, full of stories and fabrications
Throne for me is love, Yudistira
Throne me thousands of arrows that support me
in the desert Kurusetra
I hope there's no wind tears
Also shot my arrow at the moment
because of my vow Amba
Amba, I love but love can not be fenced
(The wind blows softly on Kurusetra)
Yudistira, though life is absurd
Contain contradictions
But O Lord of my strength Izzati
Is love
Roses wrapped in red blood
The blood that flowed from the arrows of Arjuna,
my grandson
nothing was Kuravas and Pandavas
Life is a practice it with a stout
There was no word coward
Life is courage
Love is a vow
My throne is shot thousands of arrows
Pierced through the chest, back, legs, hands
And death is my honor
Allegiance to the monument of love
Especially for me, Yudistira
A damned Wasu
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poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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