THE SHARDS
The moonlight glimmers within his gaze
And whispering winds fail to rouse his haze
He sits in stillness, held by the night
Bound by silence, hidden from sight
The world, with its treasures falsely bright
Struck his heart and dimmed its light
It shattered, blurred his vibrant hue
And he was lost, in himself untrue
Why must fate so eagerly crush his will
That gentle heart, untainted, still?
Must he crawl, though wings are his own?
Must he see in gray, though colors are sown?
Is this the path that destiny weaves?
Like Majnun, who for Layla grieves?
A love so pure the world denied—
Is this his burden, to cast aside?
Yet even in ruins, beauty may bloom
Like gems concealed in the earth's dark tomb
Would brilliance shine if stone did not break?
Would treasure be found without heartache?
The moonlight glimmers within his gaze
And dawn now peeks through night's dark haze
He, who renounced the world’s embrace
Has found a jewel in his heart’s still space
The colors within, born from the divine
Reflect the beauty of the eternal design
English version of "Hati yang Hancur"
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