MUCH LOVE IN MY ISLAND

Love on the island,
sweet girl, now idly own

Boats skim, moon shine,
in the neck kukalungkan souvenir for the boyfriend.
help wind, sea light, but feels
I do not, right up to him.

In still water, the wind mendayu,
in the sense of efflux of all speeding
Doom throne, saying:
“Point the boat into my lap alone,”

Amboi! I’ve traveled many roads!
Boat together ‘not fragile!
Why call the first Doom
Before he could embrace with love?!

Sweetie deep in the island,
if ’I die, he died fad itself.