The memories drowned in time
Still accosting me closely,
And within as I spread my wings for now
They reverberate with joy and sorrow.
The land I once measure barefooted
Still carry the remnants of my childhood plays,
Despite the turmoil of my wavy thoughts
That keeps me far from many things
I know in the depth of her soul
Pengkalan Hulu still carves a niche for me.
As I pluck my memories one by one
And lay each across the ever spreading mind,
An insoluble conundrum of mystical rhyme
Begin to rise in me with euphoric expansion.
Inscrutable indeed the play of fate
A place so enchanting, quintessence of peace,
I am forced to walk out from,
To fulfil the yearning to make a living.
At each thought of Pengkalan Hulu,
A profound hush of bliss arise within me
I wish to re-enter the heaven again
Before my eternal call arrive at my door.
Oh! Pengkalan Hulu
At every thought of you
I see nothing but hills, cluster of hills
I hear nothing but wind, whistle of wind
I feel nothing but bliss, inexplicable bliss
I touch nothing but earth, the brown earth.
Will my breath mingle with yours?
Let me know before it’s too late.
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