Diponegoro Poem

Diponegoro (by Chairil Anwar)

In the age of development

Someone be alive return

And to be a fire the amazement

In the very front of someone wait

Never tremble. Against many times hundred

Sword in the right, kris in the left

Shawling with spirit which can’t be dead

GO

In lines without gavel

Faith as a sign of stampede

Once in mean

It was dead

GO

For you my land

Prepare for a flame

Extinct upon slavering

Destroy on oppressing

Actually the way of death be tiring

If life must be suffering

GO

Stampede

Attack

Lunge