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I see, I feel: The whistling bullet penetrates my forehead, The gleaming sword severes my head, and My body stretches out on the ground: Blood flows forth red and hot. Avery short moment: My feed shudder, My veins throb and convulse, then Quietness, Silence, Death, My face a grim deathly pale. A questioning rises from me What of my hopes, my ideals? There is still so much I would do! My closest friends? Will everything vanish forever? Emptiness! Darkness! Fear! My hand is groping; A drowned man grasping for a twig. Oh fate, So much struggle! Such chains! Bind my heart to the world! Whereas, From the very beginning have I pondered, Did I think and did deeply muse that: In the midst of a world at war, Tremendously terrifying without restraint: Bullet and bombs my destroy me and shatter me, Robbers my cut me to pieces, Disentry, cholera or hunger may kill me... And from all the possibilities of death, Is it not this also that I have chosen With a knowing heart and open eyes? Oh, the mystery of life! Full of contradictions, full of doubts! How heavy it is to be man! ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Written as a prisoner in Tanah Abang Section January 1945 Sutan Takdir Alisahbana from " Pembangunan " magazine, Vol I, No.19-20 September 10-25, 1946

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