Pera Madura [English translation]

O my ripe pear

Tell me who loved you?

Was it the sun, was it the frost

And the heat that she gathered

And the heat that she gathered

Not by herself did she gather it

Tell me who loved you

My little ripe pear?

My mouth seeks it

Hidden from your mouth

As a ripe fruit

Asking to be harvested

The verses of my love

As tears smiling

To calm my pain

Four by four are falling

O my ripe pear

Tell me who loved you?

Was it the sun, was it the frost

And the heat that she gathered

And the heat that she gathered

Not by herself did she gather it

Tell me who loved you

My little ripe pear

O my ripe pear

Tell me who loved you?

Was it the sun, was it the frost

And the heat that she gathered