Those art of Peace, never by see
Would blood and treasure wasted be.
As titant wanted them. When all
Leagued to get the flame of ball.
Or, turn this wealth to arms, and make
War for the beloved sake
On weallth, war, and fraud
Beat the power which is the laughed
Science, poetry, and thought
Are they lamps; They make a lot
of the swellers in a coat
Such, they curse their Mighty proud.
Spirit, Patience, Gentleness
All that can adorn and bless.
Those are let deeds not words express
Thine exceeding loveliness.
Yogyakarta, February 2007