Kasih

Malam ini kasih teringat aku pada mu
Seakan kau hadir di sisi menemani ku
Ku yakin kan diri agar tiada sepi
Ku lewat kau hadir di dalam mimipi ku

Seandainya mungkin ku mampu terbang ke awan
Detik ini juga ku akan melayang ke sana
Kan ku bawa pulang
Dirimu yang selalu ku sayang
Bersama berdua kita bahagia

Kasih dengarlah hatiku berkata
Aku cinta kepada dirimu sayang
Kasih percayalah kepada diriku
Hidup matiku hanya untuk mu

Hetty Koes Endang

Autumn Nite

Qiu feng qing

Qiu yue ming

Luo ye yu hai sanhan ya qi fu jing

Xiang si xiang jian zhi he ri

Ci shi ci ye nan wei qing

.

Crisp autumn wind,
Bright autumn moon.
Fallen leaves gather and scatter,
The jackdaw perches, startled.
Thinking of each other,

when can we meet?
This hour, this night,

feelings are sad.

.

Li Bai

The Rose

What else would the rose do...
but bloom?

My friend, in this garden...
you are the rose,

What else is there to do...
but bloom?

Wahiduddin In the Garden of Lovers

Ingin Ku Miliki

Mungkin ku miliki...Seluruh cintamu
Ku sadari semua itu...Anganku
.
Ku ingin katakan...Hanyalah dirimu
Yang melukis...Warna mimpi hatiku
.
Ingin ku miliki...Dengan sepenuh hati
Walau ku harus setengah terluka...
Mengharap cintamu
.
Ingin ku sayangi...Tanpa terbagi lagi
Apakah mungkin...Menjalin kasih
Bila aku tak tahu...Bagaimana kau
mencintai diri ku
Ruth Sahanaya

Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play’d in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns

Make you feel my love

When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace,
To make you feel my love.

When the evening shatters and the stars appear,
And there is no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years,
To make you feel my love.

Bob Dylan

Kaulah Segalanya

Mungkin hanya Tuhan
Yang tahu segalanya
Apa yang kuinginkan
Di saat-saat ini

.
Kau takkan percaya
Kau selalu di hati
Haruskah ku menangis
Tuk mengatakan yang sesungguhnya
.

Kaulah segalanya untukku
Kaulah curahan hati ini
Tak mungkin ku melupakanmu
Tiada lagi yang kuharap
Hanya kau seorang

Ruth Sahanaya

The Gift...V

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jeweled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit. "Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

by O. Henry

The Gift...IV

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice--what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor. Jim looked about the room curiously. "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you." she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

The Gift...III

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically. "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops. Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying a little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

The Gift...II

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street. Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting.

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let'shave a sight at the looks of it." Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings, she was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value, the description applied to both. 21 dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

The Gift...I

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents, and the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length. Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

The Pursuit...

You are my breath, my hope,
My companion, my craving,
Without You – my Life, my Love
I would have wandered endlessly

Looking everywhere for Your love
.

Then I am suddenly filled with it.
O Captain of my Heart,
Radiant Eye of Yearning in my breast,
I will never be free from You
As long as I live.
Be satisfied with me, Love,
And I am satisfied.

.

Rabia al-Adawiyya

Du Zhuo JingTing Shan

Zhong niao gao fei jin

Gu yun du qu xian

Xiang kan liang bu yan

Zhi you jing ting shan

.

Birds flying high above

Cloud drifting idly by

Gazing at each other

Lovingly, untiringly

remembering Jingting shan

.

Li Bai- Sitting alone at Jing ting shan

Invitation to Love

Come when the nights are bright with stars
Or when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun his golden bars
Drops on the hay-field yellow.
Come in the twilight soft and gray,
Come in the night or come in the day,
Come, O love, whene'er you may,
And you are welcome, welcome.

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,
You are soft as the nesting dove.
Come to my heart and bring it rest
As the bird flies home to its welcome nest.

Come when my heart is full of grief
Or when my heart is merry;
Come with the falling of the leaf
Or with the redd'ning cherry.
Come when the year's first blossom blows,
Come when the summer gleams and glows,
Come with the winter's drifting snows,
And you are welcome, welcome.

Paul laurence Dunbar

Romeo & Juliet

Act I...the wooing

Romeo: Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheeks of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear—
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Did my heart love till now? Foreswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?

What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet

Act II...the vow

Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Juliet: What satisfaction can thou have tonight?
Romeo: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;
And yet it were to give again.
Romeo: Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose love?
Juliet: But to be frank and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have
Act III...the parting

Romeo: Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

Juliet: Sweet, so would I: Good night, good night! Parting…

is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Words

Smile an everlasting smile,

a smile can bring you near to me.
Don't ever let me find you gone,

cause that would bring a tear to me.
This world has lost its glory,

let's start a brand new story now,

my love.

Right now, there'll be no other time

and I can show you how,

my love.

Talk in everlasting words,

and dedicate them all to me.
And I will give you all my life,

I'm here if you should call to me.
You think that I don't even mean

a single word I say.
It's only words, and words…

are all I have, to take…
your heart away

Bee Gees

Tak Ingin Sendiri...(Quia amore langueo)

Aku masih... seperti yang dulu
Menunggunmu sampai akhir hidupku
Kesetiaanku tak luntur
Hati pun rela berkorban
Demi keutuhan kau dan aku

Biarkanlah aku memiliki
Semua cinta yang ada di hatimu
Apa pun kan ku berikan
Cinta dan kerinduan
Untukmu... dambaan hatiku...

Malam ini... tak ingin aku sendiri
Ku cari damai bersama bayanganmu...
Hangat pelukan yang masih kurasa
Kau kasih... kau sayang

Hetty Koes Endang

If I Can...

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson

In Love

In love,

nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing.
The one who tastes, knows;

the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

Rabia al-Adawiyya

Looking for Love

The book of love

Is not written on a blank page,

But on a heart white as virgin snow.

If scholars pursue pen marks.

Lovers track footprints in the snow,

Like hunters tracing a deer’s trail,

Until they breathe in the sweet scent.

Do You Love Me?

A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?

The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself.
I am present only for you.

I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.

I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.

If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.

Rumi translated by Fereydoun Kia - Deepak Chopra

Sway with me

Love is not condescension, never that, nor books, nor any marking on paper,

nor what people say of each other.

Love is a tree with branches reaching into eternity and roots set deep in eternity,

and no trunk!

Have you seen it? The mind cannot. Your desiring cannot. The longing you feel

for this loves comes from inside you.

When you become each other, your longing will be as the man in the ocean

who holds to a piece of wood.

Eventually, wood, man, and oceans become one swaying being.

Shams of Tabriz

Love is...

Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.

Camille and Kabir Helminski

Defeated By Love

The sky was lit
by the splendor

of the moon

So powerful
I fell to the ground

Your love
has made me sure

I am ready to forsake
this worldly life
and surrender
to the magnificence
of your Being

Rumi as translated by Fereydoun Kia - Deepak Chopra

O Love

O Love, O pure deep Love,

be here, be now, be all –

worlds dissolve into your
stainless endless radiance,
Frail living leaves burn with

your brighter than cold stares –
Make me your servant,

your breath, your core.

Perfume of the desert - Andrew Harvey

My day's wage

I want my tempter.

I want the lighter of my seven lamps of beauty, honour,

laughter, music, love, life and immortality ...I want

my inspiration, my folly, my happiness,

my divinity, my madness, my selfishness,

my final sanity and sanctification,

my transfiguration, my purification,

my light across the sea,

my palm across the desert,

my garden of lovely flowers,

my million nameless joys,

my day’s wage,

my night’s dream,

my darling and

my star...

George Bernard Shaw

Ahh! February..Let the festival of Love begin

Love is not a thing to understand.
Love is not a thing to feel.
Love is not a thing to give and receive.
Love is a thing only to become
And eternally be.

Sri chinmoy