The Song of Chairul Harun's Pen*
(One of the Legends from Minangkabau, West Sumatra, Indonesia)
*By Leni Marlina*
Beneath the rainbow of Pariaman, where dewdrops greet the dawn,
Chairul Harun, you arrive with a peaceful light,
Like flowers blooming in a quiet valley,
You carve tales, stirring souls, weaving stories full of meaning.
In the grandeur of Minangkabau's wealth,
You paint history with golden ink,
Word by word, you weave like silk threads,
Binding tradition in a melody timeless and enduring.
Your words, a stream of crystal clear water,
Breathing life into the trees of stories on hills and valleys,
Touching hearts, whispering softly in our ears,
Telling of love for an eternal homeland.
Each line of your poetry, branches dancing,
Swayed by a gentle breeze, recounting love for heritage,
Preserving cultural footprints, unaffected by the passing time,
You are the guardian, the keeper of bygone eras.
In classrooms, on artistic stages,
You are like the sun illuminating the morning,
Igniting passion in students' hearts,
Planting love for the roots of tradition.
Honors come like a shower of stars,
Yet for you, they are but shadows,
You are sincere like a rainbow after rain,
Serving selflessly, with a generous heart.
Amidst the clamor of passing times,
Your stories unfold, oh cultural and literary sage, Chairul Harun,
Like silk threads weaving,
Depicting the beauty of literature and life.
In "Twenty Writers Speak,"
Your thoughts emerge, opening windows to the world,
A compelling anthology of essays, stirring emotions,
Revealing meanings, Chairul Harun, you are extraordinary.
