Il pleure dans mon coeur

Hayo.. pasti bingung sama judulnya, apaan tuh?

Jadi begini, saat itu, hujan sedang turun rintik-rintik. Membasahi pohon keres belakang kos. Tiba-tiba, diriku teringat akan sebuah puisi yang tersimpan dengan aman di salah satu folder.  Ini tuh puisinya Om Arthur Rimbaud. Aslinya bahasa Prancis, tapi setelah dilakukan terjemahan di sana sini, jadi beginilah intinya..

Like city’s rain, my heart

The rain falls gently on the town.
Arthur Rimbaud

Like city’s rain, my heart
Rains teardrops too. What now..
This languorous ache, this smart
That pierces, wounds my heart?

Gentle, the sound of rain
Pattering roof and ground!
Ah, for the heart in pain,
Sweet is the sound of rain!

Tears rain-but who knows why?
And fill my heartsick heart.
No faithless lover’s lie…
It mourns, and who knows why?

And nothing pains me so
With neither love nor hate
A simply not to know
Why my heart suffers so…

what a nice..