For valentines, Sutardji's 'satu' translated

One

I shall translate my flesh into your flesh
into your hair i shall translate my hair
if your hands fail to speak my hands
i shall translate my hands into your hands
if your tounge fails to mouth my tounge
i shall translate my tounge into your tounge
i shall translate my fingers into your fingers
if your fingers fail to pluck and strum mine
into your blood i shall translate my blood
if your blood fails to utter my blood
if your intestines yet to know how to digest my intestines
i shall translate my intestines into your intestines
if your sex is yet to proclaim my sex
i shall translate my sex into your sex

Our spirit, One. Our flesh, One.
Although each one, far apart.
What is pierced onto you, will bleed onto me.