The Golden Celurit Literary Trail

By: Dimas Indra Pratama

In holy rihlah, steps full of courage,

Towards Madura, a land full of art,

There lay, words like golden carriage,

Stirring the soul, like eternal light.

Tracing the phoenix of verse who soars high,

His words like honey, sweet in every part,

Every stanza, a star in midnight sky,

Flowing gently, like morning dew’s heart.

Hearing his poetry, rich as ocean deep,

In spoken wisdom, mountains of thought,

Madura, where knowledge seeds we reap,

Become a garden where passion is sought.

Back home, carrying flames of truth inside,

Knowledge and love, pearls strung with care,

Rihlah to realms where spirits abide,

Madura, oh Madura, our soul’s treasured lair.