by U Moe Aung & Hla Min
Updated : May 2025
- Poem by Tekkatho Moe War
- Translated by Hla Min
Longing [for]
A Tar Ye (water for Burmese New Year) is cool.
My heart is not; it’s still (some what) hot.
Thingyan Ye (water) is clear.
My vision is still (some what) fuzzy.
Thingyan Tay (music) is lively.
It can no longer penetrate/capture my heart.
Thingyan Nya (night) is beautiful.
My life is still (some what) ugly.
Mont lone ye baw (delicacy) is dancing merrily.
My feet and hands are (seemingly) slow and laggard.
Well … This year’s Thingyan
this (auspicious) season
makes me long for youth again.
(To [my] birthday on April 1 & to Jaya [old age])
Tekkatho Moe War
Translated by Hla Min
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