Dear sister from mysterious Java
Nausikaa – who conducted me
to the court of your ancestors,
Hilmyah, grave princess,
Learning of your death
as pilgrim walking around Mekka’s Kaabah
I suffer. I know, rather should I glorify,
Because you finished your course
Through you the Istana got new life.
Will recognize you as a matriarche.
May on my suffering breath the soft breeze
of which Eliah spoke, when God is near.
To Mekka you came veiled
and to receive you, veiled too,
it was none other than Christ Himself
in Whom, on Judgment’s Day, I hope to see you smile