The Picture of Kampung Daun
When the riots and disasters sounded in our fatherland archipelago,Hopeful arms began to reach for a dream that seemed almost impossible.And . . .Through heartfelt determination, as well as sacrifice,The threads of love and care slowly beganThrough the whispering of the leavesThrough the rushing water that flowsThrough the oceans of candlelight against the carpet of grass.ThenThe place that was previously never touched,Not even a single person wanted to come close to it,Yet slowly and surelyBecame a place that was full of peace and loveCreated a sensation that has not been quiet since.ButLet us remain humble and not grow conceitedAnd always reflect modestyAnd hope that is always in our heartsMay the days of disputes and disasters be over soonAnd let our fatherland be full of peace and harmonyAs it is in this small village . . . Kampung Daun.