With such delightful harmony, I feel the joy of every longing heart
At the sound, it disarms the cramping fate
Behold the inflamed requisites of the picturesque hut
Rolling wood, water, mountain, cliff, innocence, love and hatred
Time has restored redemptive Sarambo
Standing 3000 feet in the gloomy glades
Heaven opens in the kindred scene whilst thunder roars
To take back enslaved husbands, wives, lass and lades
My temper remembers how prodigal the soul when the blood shall burn
Aren’t Siniawan and Batu Kawa dreadfully dismayed in the heat
Clinging on to the wings of constant concern
Feeling safe for a moment on the shore, knowing that the tempest shall beat
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