For now the wayang is over
Spectres dance no more
Upon the muslin, battles
Have been fought
Love triumphant enacted
In their basket the figures
Lie asleep

The audience is leaving, some
Still pondering the mystery
Of shadow and form:
Pray tell us, tok dalang,
Puppets or shades,
Tok dalang,
Which is the reality?

For now the wayang is over
On the day of judgement
Supreme Dalang
You will raise us again
In your boundless mercy
The essence of the wayang

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