ပရ၀ဏ္က်ဥ္းလြန္းရဲ႕
So narrow is sphere
Than to manifest,the door open is less.
Book have dragged thought.
Then
when facing the pillow,
In sleep,the adhering mind floats.
To hit the ear,the alarm
Wastes in darkness.
So narrow is sphere.
Light sinking silently
Drives away the eyes with the lot dozing
Then
To take handshaking,
Reveal the lips ravingly
“The voice of words dropping”,”Daily routine”
To wear the well-ironed dress,
Even a piece of cigarette,not yet found.
Trans:Mg Nay Pyar
ဖြင့္ထားတဲ့တံခါးေတြ ပြင့္ရမွာထက္နည္းလြန္းရဲ႕
စာအုပ္ေတြ အေတြးကို ဒရြတ္ဆြဲသြားရဲ႕
ၿပီး…….
ေခါင္းအံုးနဲ႔ မ်က္ႏွာအပ္တဲ့အခါ
ပူးကပ္ေနတဲ့ စိတ္ေတြ အအိပ္ထဲ လြင့္ရဲ႕
ႏူိးစက္က နားအံုးကို ရိုက္ႏွက္ဖို႔ရာ
အေမွာင္မွာ အခ်ိန္ျဖဳန္းရဲ႕
ပရ၀ဏ္က်ဥ္းလြန္းရဲ႕
တိတ္တဆိတ္ စိမ့္၀င္လာတဲ့အလင္းေတြ
အၾကြင္းအက်န္အငိုက္နဲ႕ မ်က္လံုးကိုတြန္းရဲ႕
ၿပီး……
လက္ဆြဲ ႏုတ္ဆက္ဖို႔ရာ
ကေယာင္ေခ်ာက္ခ်ား ႏႈတ္ခမ္းကိုဖြင့္ရဲ႕
‘စကားလြတ္က်သံ’၊ ‘နစၥဓူ၀’
မီးပူေခါက္ရိုးက် ၀တ္ဆင္ဖို႔ရာ
စီးကရက္တစ္တိုေတာင္ ရွာမေတြ႕ေသးဘူး။
မင္းစစ္အိမ္
Clockwork
So narrow is sphere
Than to manifest,the door open is less.
Book have dragged thought.
Then
when facing the pillow,
In sleep,the adhering mind floats.
To hit the ear,the alarm
Wastes in darkness.
So narrow is sphere.
Light sinking silently
Drives away the eyes with the lot dozing
Then
To take handshaking,
Reveal the lips ravingly
“The voice of words dropping”,”Daily routine”
To wear the well-ironed dress,
Even a piece of cigarette,not yet found.
Trans:Mg Nay Pyar
