blue clouds telling stories

When all in the dream ulit,
Build a mother,
Merapi itself,
Meet the Creator,
Do it yourself.

After the ceremony,
One by one eye guarded,
The round ones are sepet,
The big and the small,
Wake them tidy up.

Available on the wooden table of his father's inheritance,
The world's most delicious dish,
Provided with hereditary ingredients,
Compassion, attention and smile,
Gratitude that's what they have.

Departure the spy,
Wandering the blue cloud,
Learning about life,
Falling up laughter and tears,
That is the world that is worshiped.

As the day progresses,
The black began to fade in color,
The light began to blur,
The beautiful began to lose its series,
Four-wire sweat is no longer with him.

Too busy chasing the sun,
Sometimes forget the moon called him,
Too preoccupied with worldly pursuits,
Sometimes forget the Absolute and Eternal Endure.

For a long time my father met God,
Now the Bidadari will follow,
Love and sacrifice have not been fulfilled,
Seven Petals of the heavens seven eartheners,
Unreachable in the world and the Eternal Realm,
Paradise Paradise is the place of intrinsicity.