Two days ago we received the astonishing message that at the age of 66 years Ismed Natsir had died.
His health had deteriorated in the end of last year: he had some kind of stroke, problems with talking, moving. But his memory was OK, and his spirit still bright.
To most of us he is known as a brilliant editor. First of all the diary of Ahmad Wahib, but many other writings, a continuing stream of books went through his hands, his computer. Humble, not seeking glory for himself, but serving the great ideas and all those many people who wanted to promote this.
Ismed wrote also poetry: probably this is the best known
Sajak dalam-dalam
dalam laut ada tiram
dalam tiram ada mutiara
dalam mutiara: ah tak ada apa apa
dalam baju ada aku
dalam aku ada hati
dalam hati: ah tak apa jua
dalam syair ada kata
dalam kata ada makna
dalam makna: mudah-mudahan ada Kau
In the sea an oyster
in the oyster a pearl
in the pearl: oh, nothing at all
in my clothes: it's me
in me my heart
in my heart: oh, nothing again
in a poem we find words
in words is meaning
in meaning we hope to meet You
inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un
Our condolences to Lies and to the children Reza, Tanja and Boris.
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