In the evening, when I come
The sea has weaken a red light of the sky
I am waiting the night in quiet
Pacifying a frantic mind
With the silence of sabang today
Ah, what a memoriable passionate
The girls bring their merchanidise in hands
From the first time, where was it hiding?
Blue jeans and something else
An overseas marketing
In the morning, yes in the morning
Over the highest window of Sabang Hill hotel
I have sailed all day long
With my minds
Aneuk laot-batee itam*
The crook up and down the road in town
The smell of clove
In the damp breeze of sea
I am sailing
With my minds
Reaching for the clamourly
Of the people at port
Of the goods at port
Of the ships at port
Or the story of jengek**, inang-inang were shuddered
Niped the goods in their groins
Where was that long workload hiding?
The horde of people came?
(di-pulo-geu-peu-weh)***
In my mind, I understand
The roads were quiet again
And before the evening has returned
I am tidying the notes
Then preparing a discord
At the port of that bay
We are in same nowadays
Desember, 1986
* The name of many places.
** Jengek ( economic jenggo), term to all smugglers in heyday of Sabang Freeport, most women come from outside Acheh.
*** Outcast island, in the colonist history of Dutch, this island have been made to detach all prisoners
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