«They mock you, my country; / They sneer at you for your simplicity, / For your unsightly squalor... Put a son with his big-city friends; / He, too, will have the calm effrontery / To be ashamed of his mother, / Of her timidity, her weariness, her wretchedness; To throw pitying smiles / ...»
«It was near midnight when I entered: / She was asleep; the moon was shining / Through her window, lighting up / The dangling satin of her blanket. She lay face up, / Bare breasts parted, / And as she slept, her life was still / As a saucer of water.»
«Kumasuk biliknya di tengah malam. / Kekasih tidur. Bulan bersinar / Dari jendela. Dan cahaya maya / Bermain pada atlas kain gebar. Kekasihku tidur menelentang. / Terkulai buah dadanya ke sisi. / Wujudlah hayatnya di mimpi yang tenang / Macam air di gelas penuh berisi.»
«High up on a snowy peak, / I carved a sonnet with a steel blade. / Time passes. To this day, perhaps, / The snows still bear my solitary mark. High up, where skies are ever blue, / In the exhilarating clarity of winter, / Only the sun to witness, as my knife / Inscribed the poem in the ...»