Ya Wajid Ya Lathif         (invoking perfection found soft)




the crowds that growled
too long in me
   dispel in clouds
                that blend with sea:

                                             to read these lands' bold Godliness
                                                                      sets bleeding anger free:


                                                                                                 amazing
                                                                                                     
gazing
                                                                                                       Pacitan
                                                                                                     emblazons
                                                                                                   grace  on me.


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