A jasmine is growing
Just opposite my door.
Once I was so sorrowful
For it looked very poor.

But now I am delighted
For it is growing so well.
I want it wild and wilder
So no water I have poured.

It has so many dancing shoots,
Creeping between day and night.
Now I see they are coming closer,
Closer to the garden of my heart.

My heart is turning into an Eden
For the shoots to bear jasmine buds
Blooming and perfuming the angels.
If only you could be a newborn Eve.

Jogjakarta, 18 August 2004