April 4th in Dili.
Last night, since midnight.
We stayed awake
to keep watching
In a huge anticipation
We waited
While being mindful
We asked
Why did the rain not stop yet?
But the heavy rain kept on pouring.
Checking our phone, it reported
the Tropical Seroja cyclone is passing by
In just within several hours
We could see how strong it was
As it came and swept us in an instant
Like a flowing wave
To run away was our chance
As we tried to grab the chance
In the water, we immersed
wet, cold, and muddy
As we looked around
The world was about to sink
We run out, scream out for help
The rain was sweeping us out
Please help us, help us
Oh fellows, help us, please
In this brown muddy water current
Our farewell has faded in its color.
Our beloved mother, father,
brothers, sister, children, grandchildren
Parting ways without any last word
At the edge of the river and shelters,
we search for them and weeping
As we stood and looked afar
searching for the lost one in a weary heart
The brown muddy water
it was less muddy brown than our sorrow
To the nearest safe shelters, we sought refuge
With an empty mind, we wait and think
What will be our tomorrow?
There are many hands come to our aids
We receive them each brokenheartedly
Despite we are feeling hurt inside
When shall this pass?
How shall we restart?
When?
The Resurrection Sunday of the Savior
The heavy rain took away our belongings
Even so, our faith remained in the savior
Tonight and onward
We will stay awake
to keep watching
In a huge anticipation
We will wait
While being mindful
We will ask
When shall this pass?