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Yang SelaluTerapung di Atas Gelombang

Yang SelaluTerapung di Atas Gelombang Sebuah Puisi

Yang SelaluTerapung di Atas Gelombang – Puisi merupakan sebuah karya sastra yang indah dan puitis sehingga dapat tergolong sebuah seni karena aspek estetikanya. Puisi Yang SelaluTerapung di Atas Gelombang karya Taufiq Ismail, selain memiliki keindahan bahasa juga memiliki nilai sosial karena menceritakan kekacauan negaraIndonesia pada zaman Orde Baru.

YANG SELALU TERAPUNG DI ATAS GELOMBANG
Karya : Taufiq Ismail

Seseorang dianggap tak bersalah,
sampai dia dibuktikan hukum bersalah.
Di negeri kami, ungkapan ini terdengar begitu indah.
Kini simaklah sebuah kisah,

Seorang pegawai tinggi,
gajinya sebulan satu setengah juta rupiah,
Di garasinya ada Honda metalik,Volvo hitam,
BMW abu-abu, Porsche biru dan Mercedes merah.
Anaknya sekolah di Leiden, Montpelier dan Savannah.
Rumahnya bertebaran di Menteng, Kebayoran dan
Macam Macam Indah,
Setiap semester ganjil,
isteri terangnya belanja di Hongkong dan Singapura.
Setiap semester genap,
isteri gelap liburan di Eropa dan Afrika,

Anak-anaknya pegang dua pabrik,
tiga apotik dan empat biro jasa.
Saudara sepupu dan kemenakannya
punya lima toko onderdil,
enam biro iklan dan tujuh pusat belanja,
Ketika rupiah anjlok terperosok,
kepleset macet dan hancur jadi bubur,
dia ketawa terbahak- bahak
karena depositonya dalam dolar Amerika semua.
Sesudah matahari dua kali tenggelam di langit barat,
jumlah rupiahnya melesat sepuluh kali lipat,

Krisis makin menjadi-jadi, di mana-mana orang antri,
maka seratus kantong plastik hitam dia bagi-bagi.
Isinya masing-masing lima genggam beras,
empat cangkir minyak goreng dan tiga bungkus mi cepat-jadi.
Peristiwa murah hati ini diliput dua menit di kotak televisi,
dan masuk berita koran Jakarta halaman lima pagi-pagi sekali,

Gelombang mau datang, datanglah gelombang,
setiap air bah pasang dia senantiasa
terapung di atas banjir bandang.
Banyak orang tenggelam tak mampu timbul lagi,
lalu dia berkata begini,
“Yah, masing-masing kita rejekinya kan sendiri-sendiri,”

Seperti bandul jam tua yang bergoyang kau lihatlah:
kekayaan misterius mau diperiksa,
kekayaan tidak jadi diperiksa,
kekayaan mau diperiksa,
kekayaan tidak diperiksa,
kekayaan harus diperiksa,
kekayaan tidak jadi diperiksa.
Bandul jam tua Westminster,
tahun empat puluh satu diproduksi,
capek bergoyang begini, sampai dia berhenti sendiri,

Kemudian ide baru datang lagi,
isi formulir harta benda sendiri,
harus terus terang tapi,
dikirimkan pagi-pagi tertutup rapi,
karena ini soal sangat pribadi,
Selepas itu suasana hening sepi lagi,
cuma ada bunyi burung perkutut sekali-sekali,
Seseorang dianggap tak bersalah,
sampai dia dibuktikan hukum bersalah.

Di negeri kami, ungkapan ini terdengar begitu indah.
Bagaimana membuktikan bersalah,
kalau kulit tak dapat dijamah.
Menyentuh tak bisa dari jauh,
memegang tak dapat dari dekat,

Karena ilmu kiat,
orde datang dan orde berangkat,
dia akan tetap saja selamat,
Kini lihat,
di patio rumahnya dengan arsitektur Mediterania,
seraya menghirup teh nasgitel
dia duduk menerima telepon
dari isterinya yang sedang tur di Venezia,
sesudah menilai tiga proposal,
dua diskusi panel dan sebuah rencana rapat kerja,

Sementara itu disimaknya lagu favorit My Way,
senandung lama Frank Sinatra
yang kemarin baru meninggal dunia,
ditingkah lagu burung perkutut sepuluh juta
dari sangkar tergantung di atas sana
dan tak habis-habisnya
di layar kaca jinggel bola Piala Dunia,

Go, go, go, ale ale ale…

 

THOSE ALWAYS FLOATING ATOP THE WAVES

Penerjemah: Amin Sweeney

 

A person is considered innocent until proven guilty by law. In our country, this expression sounds so elegant. Now let us give attention to a tale,

A senior official has a monthly salary of one and a half million rupiah,

In his garage there are a Honda metallic, black Volvo, grey BMW, blue Porsche and a red Mercedes. His children are schooling in Leiden, Montpelier and Savannah. Houses scattered over Menteng, Kebayoran and various This and That Indah,

Each odd semester, his wife overt is off shopping in Hong Kong and Singapore. Each even semester, his wife covert is vacationing in Europe and Africa,

His children have two factories, three pharmacies and four service bureaus. His cousin and nephew have five spare parts stores, six advertising bureaus and seven shopping centres,

When the rupiah plunged to the depths, shortfalled, jammed up, leverage no more than porridge, he roared with laughter for his deposits were all in US dollars. After the sun had set twice in the western sky, his rupiah assets had rocketed ten fold high,

The crisis grew ever worse, everywhere people queuing up, so a hundred black plastic bags he divided up. Each one was filled with five handfuls of rice, four cups of cooking oil and three packets of instant noodles. This magnanimous occasion was covered in two minutes of television and hit page five of the Jakarta papers early morning edition,

The waves will come, so come the waves; each time flood waters rise he’s always atop the flash flood floating high. Many were submerged unable to rise and re-emerge, so he then opines, “See, each one of us has his own differing fortunes,”

Like the pendulum swinging of an old clock you see: wealth mysterious to be examined, wealth doesn’t get examined, wealth to be examined, wealth doesn’t get examined, wealth must be examined, wealth doesn’t get examined. The pendulum of the old Westminster clock, produced in the year forty one, tiring of this kind of swinging, finally stopped by itself,

Then a new notion saw the light, fill in a form detailing one’s own wealth and it had to be forthright but sent in the early morning closed tight, for this was a matter very personal,

After that the atmosphere returned to peace and quiet again, except for the cooing of a turtle dove just now and then,

A person is considered innocent until proven guilty by law. In our country, this expression sounds so elegant. How can guilt be proved, if even the skin cannot be touched. No touching possible from afar, no contact open from nearby,

Though regimes come around and go around, his bag of tricks ensures he’ll always be safe and sound,

Now see, on the patio of his house with Mediterranean architecture, while sippingnasgitel tea, he takes a call from his wife on tour in Venice; after he’s evaluated three proposals, two panel discussions and a programme for a working session,

Meanwhile he’s focussed on his favourite song, My Way, crooned by Frank Sinatra, who just passed away, interspersed by the songs of ten million turtledoves from cages hanging up there, and the never ending World Cup jingle from the TV screen,

Go, go, go, ale ale ale…

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