In The Hospital Poem by Hendrawan Bojes

Your face is as pale as the candles are running out
The wind as a cold wall
staring at the meeting will end.
sound shocking hours
as news of the death.

'Today, I'm sure, moon prostrating
Seeing your pretty face. '
I said it, a little your smile lit
and forget about you from a painful disease

'Is there anything you want to say before God arrive? '
Ucapmu suddenly. 'Nothing.' I said, pretending
And suddenly congested lungs, torture.
My wish in vain.

For as much as anything, I built a shield of prayer
Parting is always coming and penetrate