SAJAK
BAHASA
MELAYU
POEM
BAHASA
INGGERIS
This is the day we celebrate
our independence.
This is the day we stand up
high in pride.
This is the day we fly our flag
of freedom from east to west,
That brings courage, liberty, purity,
perseverance, and justice to our minds.
This is the day we remember
Those who fought for independence
Without shedding a drop of blood
This is the day we pray for the
prosperity and progress of the Nation
This is the day we tell the world
That we live in peace, harmony and
brotherhood.
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MERDEKA in my dream
Right or wrong, true or false,
May be I am wrong,
I saw Merdeka in my dream.
I saw birds flying and singing in the air,
I saw clouds shadowing the sky,
I saw the sunrise brightening the day,
I saw people dancing and
merry-making,
I saw an atmosphere of peace
surrounding me,
I saw Malaysia as a developed nation.
I wish my dream is true,
Or, I keep my dream in my lonely heart
Be there as my sweet memory.
Maybe it's the way the national flag flies so high
Despite the country's imperfections
Maybe it's the way we're united
Not separated, despite the difference in cultures,
Beliefs, traditions, languages
Maybe it's the way you see Indians eating with
chopsticks,
The way you see Malays in a saree,
The way you see the Chinese making ketupats for
Hari Raya.
Maybe it's the unity you see,
Maybe it's the goosebumps you feel when you say
Merdeka,
Maybe despite the hate you have towards history,
Deep down, you know how grateful you are to be
Malaysian.
Maybe it's the way you walk into a Mamak,
And say
" tauke tapau roti canai 1 milo ais 99 "
And maybe,
It lies in diversity,
Beyond everything else.
Malaysia, tanah tumpahnya darahku.