Banyak gores belum terputus saja
Satu rumah kecil putih dengan lampu merah muda caya

Langit bersih-cerah dan purnama raya...
Sudah itu tempatku tak tentu di mana

Many lines lie still unbroken
A small house, white, with a rosy light

A full moon, under a sky clear and bright
And who knows where Ill spend the night

There is clear contrast within the poem. The tidy, bright house is the continuation of a life story and of hopes that cannot be cuta line still