If you would seek me, look carefully at the first twig of asana in bloom/My restless longing you will find, my lady, in the birds that appear and disappear against the slopes of distant mountain/You may find my bewilderment in the moon too soon overtaken by the light of day, And you will be reminded of me when you tune your ear to the call of the black cuckoo.  ( Arjunawiwaha, canto xxxv, Blossom of Longing, Ancient Verses of Love and Lament. Translations from the Old Javanese by Thomas M Hunter, The Lontar Foundation, Jakarta. Drawing by abbysoekarno,2011).


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