Aku sebutir lampu
kau nyalakan di dapur dekat kamarmu.
"Tunggu, ini kurang terang," katamu,
lalu menyala lagi satu di ruang tengahmu.
I am a single bulb of light
ignited in the kitchen near your room.
"Wait, this isn’t bright enough," you say,
and another sparks alive, right in your living room.
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Malam kian panjang dan melata.
"Tunggu, ini terlalu terang," bisikmu.
Kau padamkan dia yang di sana,
lalu terlelap di bawah sayup cahyaku.
The night grows longer, creeping slow.
"Wait, this is far too bright," you whisper low.
You snuff the other one out over there,
then drift to sleep beneath my faint, dim glow.
Mentari datang, membelai pipimu.
Ceklek.
Matilah aku.
Katamu, "Sinarnya cukup terang untuk setengah hariku."
The sun arrives, caressing your cheek.
Click.
Out I go.
You say, "Its beam is bright enough for the rest of my day."
