Isti sertu, krensa giliang;
agora bos impodih intindeh yo sa palabra,
mas na tantu anu di futura, bos logu prendeh
ki Kali kung Karimang
teng olotu onsong sa plonta,
onsong sa manera di andasang
na destinu sa kaza, fortuna sa tera:
isti kada strelapedra sa chang
di semprenza.
One day, little one,
you will be known as what you always have known you are:
a son of Sundaland.
A last Merlionsman.
And a Dreaming, Living Sun,
asked to be better than anything that had ever come
before you, or after;
anything made out of any shape, sanctuary or shelter.
And now the clock continues to run.
Let day by night fall freely into the universe, Dreamtiger;
pra isti kaminyu, nubu logu birah
antigu sa fortidang.
Only one so blinded by hope
could ever hope to truly become.
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