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Friday, March 23, 2012

Syair Pesanan Ibu

Dengarlah anak ibu berpesan,
Lengkapkan diri dengan pelajaran,
Hanyalah itu jadi bekalan,
Untuk hidup di masa depan.

Ilmu itu pelindung diri,
Seperti kebun berpagar duri,
Seperti sinar intan baiduri,
Itulah tanda orang jauhari.

Hidupmu kini di masa remaja,
Bagaikan permata amat berharga,
Jangan jatuh ke lembah hina,
Nanti menyesal tidak berguna.

Kalau hidup terasa susah,
Sering berhadapan dengan masalah,
Hadapi dengan hati yang tabah,
Jangan cepat resah gelisah.

Syaitan menggoda bertambah gundah,
Jangan mengambil jalan yang mudah,
Jangan sekali mencuba dadah,
Kalau terjerat sesal tak sudah.

Jika masa sudah terbuang,
Perginya tidak akan berulang,
Di hari tua sesal mendatang,
Mengingatkan waktu yang telah hilang.

Dunia bagai lautan dalam,
Gelomang besar karangnya tajam,
Di situ banyak kapal tenggelam,
Ramailah insan yang telah karam.

Ingatlah wahai anakku sayang,
Tanah indah pusaka moyang,
Jangan terlepas ke tangan orang,
Sedangkan kita miskin terbuang.


Zurinah Hassan
Langit di Tangan, 1995.
Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Pantun Nasihat

Kayu cendana diatas batu
Sudah diikat dibawa pulang
Adat dunia memang begitu
Benda yang buruk memang terbuang

Parang ditelak berbatang sena
Belah buluh taruhlah temu
Barang dikerja takkan sempurna
Bila tak penuh menaruh ilmu

Kemuning ditengah balai
Bertumbuh terus semakin tinggi
Berunding dengan orang tak pandai
Bagaikan alu pencungkil duri

Jalan-jalan ke kota Blitar
Jangan lupa membeli sukun
Jika kamu ingin pintar
belajarlah dengan tekun

makanan tersaji dipasang lampu
lampu menyinari di atas meja
naiklah haji bagi yang mampu
memenuhi panggilan dari-NYA

Friday, August 13, 2010

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
      Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
      But make allowance for their doubting too
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting
     Or being lied about don't deal in lies
Or being hated don't give way to hating
     And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream and not make dream your master
     If you can think and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
     And treat those two impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make trap for fools
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
    And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
     And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
     And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
     To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
     Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
     Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
     If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
     With sixty seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
     And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

~ Rudyard Kipling ~