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Friday, January 9, 2009 10:12 PM

Hello guys...
I jus get to read a nice poem from my friends *yeah it's plural, it's a group blog*.
I'm sry to those who can't read malay,but for u guys i'll translate it though it will not be as good as the original, here it goes. *Original first then the translation*

Dari Seorang Guru Kepada Murid - Muridnya

Adakah yang kupunya, anak-anakku
selain buku - buku dan sedikit ilmu
sumber pengabdianku kepadamu
agar kau bermoral dan berilmu

Kalau hari Minggu engkau datang ke rumahku
aku takut, anak - anakku
kursi - kursi tua yang ada di sana
dan meja tulis sederhana
dan jendela - jendela yang tak pernah diganti kainnya
semua padamu akan bercerita
tentang hidupku di rumah tangga

ahh.. tentang ini semua tak usah kuceritakan padamu
depan kelas, sedang menatap wajah - wajahmu...
yang kupinta padamu... raihlah... gapailah
taklukkan yang kurasa, taklukkan dunia
dengan ilmu dan agama, agar jangan rasaku
datang padamu... Anakku.. Muridku..


Karya : Hartoyo Andangjaya



From A Teacher For His Students

Is there anything that i owned, my child
Beside books and a little bit of knowledge
My source of devotion to you
So that u are educated and have more knowledge

If in sunday you come to my house
I'm afraid, my child
The old chairs that were there
And the simple writing table
And the windows' cloth that never had been changed
All will tell you
About my life in my household

ahh... i do not need to tell anything about this to you
Infront of the class, staring at your faces...
The only think that i asked you... reach it... get it...
Subject what i feel, subject the world
With Your Knowledge and Belief, so that my feelings
Wouldn't come to you... My child... My student...

By: Hartoyo Andangjaya


Hiks, it's a very touching poem.
Here is something for ur information, teachers in indonesia is not rich at all, they even usually only live in a very simple life household. Some of the people say that u are stupid enough to be a teacher because that's what u will get.

This poem really expose those teacher feelings. Maybe that's why students in Indonesia is more polite and obey their teacher than in other countries *seriously, no offence*. They really respect their teacher and feeling glad that there is someone like their teachers willing to teach them despite the profession that doesn't give them enough money for their living.


So that's all for this time, bye....



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