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    This poem is about longing for a lost love while the world experiences hardship. The speaker wonders if their love still plays the flute, expressing themselves through music. Though time has passed, the speaker feels guilty for their lingering feelings. The village has become quiet and deserted, while family and friends face unemployment, violence and political division. The world seems old and bleeds. The speaker questions if this marks the end of their love, as artists must now live outside of themselves to survive in such difficult times.

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    This poem is about longing for a lost love while the world experiences hardship. The speaker wonders if their love still plays the flute, expressing themselves through music. Though time has passed, the speaker feels guilty for their lingering feelings. The village has become quiet and deserted, while family and friends face unemployment, violence and political division. The world seems old and bleeds. The speaker questions if this marks the end of their love, as artists must now live outside of themselves to survive in such difficult times.

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    Are You Still Playing Your Flute

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    Rosmainah Osman
    This poem is about longing for a lost love while the world experiences hardship. The speaker wonders if their love still plays the flute, expressing themselves through music. Though time has passed, the speaker feels guilty for their lingering feelings. The village has become quiet and deserted, while family and friends face unemployment, violence and political division. The world seems old and bleeds. The speaker questions if this marks the end of their love, as artists must now live outside of themselves to survive in such difficult times.

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    Are you still playing your flute?

    When there is hardly time for our love


    I am feeling guilty
    To be longing for your song
    The melody concealed in the slim hollow of the bamboo
    Uncovered by the breath of an artist
    Composed by his fingers
    Blown by the wind
    To the depth of my heartAre you still playing your flute?

    MASIHKAH KAU BERMAIN SERULING ~ ZURINAH HASSAN


    Masihkah kau bermain seruling
    walau waktu telah terlewat untuk kita bercinta
    aku semakin terasa bersalah
    melayani godaan irama
    lagu yang tersimpan pada lorong halus buluh
    dikeluarkan oleh nafas seniman
    diukir oleh bibir
    diatur oleh jari
    dilayangkan oleh alun angin
    menolak ke dasar rasa.

    In the village so quiet and deserted


    Amidst the sick rice field
    While here it has become a luxury
    To spend time watching the rain
    Gazing at the evening rays
    Collecting dew drops
    Or enjoying the fragrance of flowers
    Are you still playing your flute?
    The more it disturbs my conscience
    to be thinking of you
    in the hazard of you
    my younger brothers unemployed and desperate
    my people disunited by politics
    my friend slaughtered mercilessly
    this world is too old and bleeding

    Is this the end of our love


    time is forcing us, as artists
    to live outside ourselves

    translated by Zurinah Hassan

    Masihkah kau bermain seruling


    ketika kampung semakin sunyi
    sawah telah uzur
    waktu jadi terlalu mahal
    untuk memerhatikan hujan turun
    merenung jalur senja
    mengutip manik embun
    menghidu harum bunga.
    Masihkah kau bermain seruling
    ketika aku terasa mata bersalah
    untuk melayani rasa rindu padamu
    di kota yang semakin kusut dan tenat
    adik-adikku menganggur dan sakit jiwa
    bangsaku dipecahkan oleh politik
    saudara diserang bom-bom ganas
    dunia sudah terlalu tua dan parah.
    Di sinilah berakhirnya percintaan kita
    kerana zaman sedang menuntut para seniman
    hidup di luar dirinya.
    Zurinah Hassan

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