The Sandalwood Land

In my motherland you grow firmly
In my mother’s field you grow resolutely
How happy am I to see you grow steadily.
The big one
One, two, three…
and plenty of small one.
You make me astonished when ever
My eyes are rested upon you.
Hearing of the story about the greedy thieves
who keep on stealing you from my motherland, and
even from my mother’s field, I am cheerless indeed.
You are my proud, my abundantly heritage
I own you
I care for you, yet
too weak to protect you from the most greedy ones.
The very hope I have within me is
May your are always blossom in my motherland,
May you are not destroyed by mother’s prodigal sons.
Because of you, my motherland is well known as
NUSA CENDANA

Riankakore; August 2, 2008.

Yovita Un Bria