Semalam sang nyamuk padaku bercerita
Panjangnya kisah lara dan duka;
"Mereka berikanku darah setitik cuma
Setelah semalaman penat bekerja
Dan pemilik tanah tanpa satu pun usaha
Menghisap semua darah orang pekerja".
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Last night the mosquito related to me
The whole story of his failures;
“They give me only one drop of blood
In return for the whole night’s labor
And this land owner without any effort
Sucked all the blood of the cultivator”.
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Call of the Marching Bell, English translation and commentary of Byang-e-dary of Allama Muhammad Iqbal, by Dr M A K Khalil.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
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