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- "Aku tak tahu Syariat Islam,
Yang kutahu sari konde ibu Indonesia sangatlah indah,
Lebih cantik dari cadar dirimu.
Gerai tekukan rambutnya suci,
Sesuci kain pembungkus ujudmu,
Rasa ciptanya sangatlah beraneka,
Menyatu dengan kodrat alam sekitar.
Jari jemarinya berbau getah hutan,
Peluh tersentuh angin laut.
Lihatlah ibu Indonesia;
Saat penglihatanmu semakin asing,
Supaya kau dapat mengingat
Kecantikan asli dari bangsamu.
Jika kau ingin menjadi cantik, sehat, berbudi, dan kreatif,
Selamat datang di duniaku, bumi Ibu Indonesia.
Aku tak tahu syariat Islam,
Yang kutahu suara kidung Ibu Indonesia, sangatlah elok,
Lebih merdu dari alunan azanmu.
Gemulai gerak tarinya adalah ibadah,
Semurni irama puja kepada Illahi.
Nafas doanya berpadu cipta,
Helai demi helai benang tertenun,
Lelehan demi lelehan damar mengalun,
Canting menggores ayat ayat alam surgawi.
Pandanglah, Ibu Indonesia,
Saat pandanganmu semakin pudar,
Supaya kau dapat mengetahui kemolekan sejati dari bangsamu
Sudah sejak dahulu kala riwayat bangsa beradab ini cinta dan hormat kepada ibu Indonesia dan kaumnya."
Translated
"Although I am no expert in the law of Islam,
What I do know is that Indonesian women’s hair bun saris are very beautiful,
More beautiful than your veil.
So perfectly folded is the hair,
As perfect as the fabric that enfolds your form,
Her endlessly diverse creative senses,
Fuse with the essence of the world around.
Fingers with the scent of forest resin,
Perspiration touched by sea breezes.
Look, mother Indonesia;
When your vision is becoming more foreign,
So you can remember
The original beauty of your country.
If you wish to become beautiful, healthy, virtuous and creative
Welcome to my world, land of mother Indonesia.
Although I am no expert in the law of Islam,
What I do know is the sound of the lullaby of mother Indonesia is very beautiful,
More melodious than your call to prayer.
The gracious movements of her dance is holy service
As pure as the rhythm of divine worship
The breath of her prayer combines with creativity
Strand by strand the yarn is woven
Drip by drip the soft wax flows
The wax pen etching holy verses of the heavenly realm
Look, mother Indonesia,
As your sight grows dim,
So you can understand the true beauty of your country
For ages past the history of this civilised country has been love and respect for mother Indonesia and her people. (en)
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