Yen Ing Tawang Ono Lintang / When In The Sky There Is A Star

Yen ing tawang ono lintang, cah ayu/kang mas
Aku ngenteni tekamu
Marang mego ing angkoso
Ingsun takok-ke pawartamu

Janji-janji aku eling, cah ayu/kang mas
Sumedot rasaning ati
Lintang lintange iwi iwi nimas
Tresna ku sundul wiyati

Ndek semono janjimu disekseni
Mego kartiko keiring roso tresno asih

Yen ing tawang ono lintang, cah ayu/kang mas
Rungokno tangise ati
Binarung swaraning ratri nimas
Ngenteni mbulan ndadari

Translation

When in the sky we can see the star, my Love
I will always wait for Your presence
To the clouds above the sky
I ask Your whereabouts

All those promises we share i do remember, my Love
Pounding inside of my heart
All those stars are mocking me Darling
Since there is no boundaries for my love 

At those times Your promises were witnessed by
All the clouds shadowed by love and tenderness

When in the sky we can see the star, my Love
Do listen the cries of this heart
Listening carefully all the noises at night
Waiting the coming of the full moon
  

  

Blob Smack Situation

I am a chatter box kind of person. Somehow in my grey area of the tinny cells in my brain i have indoctrined myself that silent situation is an awkward situation. But alas, today that theory once again is not highly supported by the fact when my dear one is sick and i was -hopefully it is WAS and not continuing, amien- a lil bit carried away with this morning events. I was having a major blob smack moment. I was speechless due to his beauty and my gaga expression was not helping me at all lol. SubhanAllah somehow i can still feel overwhelmed with the beauty that Allah has created just for me. Well it might be good if my persistence in having cherry merry time was succeed. But when the blob smack moment that was arriving and staying, gooooosh its purely.....awkward phase of god. And somehow we felt it. Double awkwards hufft. Then i must retreat before i started to impersonify as the jugglar buffoon that has no similarities at all haha.

SubhanAllah i am not a squemish person who cant admit defeat. I admit my defeat in grace. I admit that in some situations silent does have it merrits and beauty, though in front of You, Love, to be silent will emphasize Your presence more than i can cope with *fanning the face*