Poem Gift
by Saya U Moe Aung (Tekkatho Moe War)
String of attachment — then in its infancy
grew beyond proportion — on her birthday
to express my deepest feelings — while courting her
I gave “Sho Whet The Pho” (Mystery/Thriller) Magazine
as a birthday gift to my beloved.
We shared our metta
with true devotion
I presented a golden ring
to my yee-sar as a birthday gift.
Hand in hand we entered the “married” land
on her birthday past the Honeymoon
I presented Goya fragrance as a birthday gift
Traveling together
Often facing dark nights
Yonder looked thick and rough
Goal seemed distant [and not straight]
[Tired and] weary
[Often] look but could not see
Struggle just to keep alive
Despite the challenges I feel
I owe my beloved a nice birthday gift
But …
Precious jewels are out of reach
I can only offer a gift from my heart
Kabyar
inexpensive — not meaning to underrate her love
Will she accept as a priceless treasure?
Translated by Hla Min (Ec 69)
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