Zawgyi - Ancient Pagan Poems

1, Natural beauty from Bagan

Younger brother

You arrived in Bagan, this time.

The beginning of winter, the full moon

The misty evening, the gloom and the darkness,

The foot of the mountain, "Turin", is a blue-brown color.

The high mountains of Kurin, the mountains are calling for help

A stable, cloudless sky

I think it's higher than the sky,

What you saw, my dear.

Solar is your king.

From the natural beauty of Bagan.

Yes, brother, I will say it again.

That evening

On the other side, the mountain range

On "Stop and See", the question is asked

The sun is setting, red, gold and yellow.

Like a conference, in a happy moment

Wipe, wipe

Toward "Chess", flying smoothly

Return to your nest, wild ravens.

One, four, five, six

As you can see

I want it, brother.

From the natural beauty of Bagan.

In ancient times, that was nature.

That's the nature of the present era.

It's possible..

Shumawa, July, 1984.

 

2. At the Buffalo Ear Temple

Younger brother

Beautiful scenery, right in Bagan.

Pokkara Rama, from ancient times

They donate, they build, they multiply.

Cave Buddha and pagoda

Siri, here is a group, all in one place.

There, scattered and unsightly,

I'm still in love with it, I want to see it again.

I'm from Bagan.

My brother saw the beauty of Bagan.

When I arrived at Ngakyua Na Daung,

The umbrella was broken, that statue

In the shape of a bowl, in the form of a bowl

Mungman paint, green glaze

Shame Shame Papa, the Buddha is a monk.

To the golden body of the rain-swept Kaw.

Buy a piece of jade.

Towards the north, towards the east

I look forward, looking into the distance.

Blurry, unclear

High tide, Guo Oo Tung

"Like a king, like an umbrella," and it's falling apart.

Admirable, I have seen it before.

Be generous and strong.

The beauty of seeing each other is like a lottery.

The view from Ngakyua.

From there, one mile, towards the front mountain.

I looked far away, and saw it again.

"Golden Hair" Buddha, from the high seat

Five steps up, the matter is settled.

Oh, my goodness, I am delighted.

Every time I look at it, I buy it, it's so beautiful.

The way it climbs is subtle.

I can see the beauty of his hair.

The view from me.

Good luck, in the buffalo.

Call me father, with gentleness and affection.

When I see you, I have the opportunity to ask.

I hope, I think.

I asked.

The face is bright with a smile.

Ancient times, the cycle of life

Buy once.

Did he have a Pagan son?

That's all, just a word.

Father, mother, and father.

With blood mixed, alive

Confused, confused, confused

Sweet face

The beauty of Bagan, seen by my father.

The view from the buffalo..

Shumawa, October, 1985.

 

3, Lokananda Port

Younger brother

To the seaport, to the pier

I have been there too, I have bowed down.

From the shore, to the long-awaited beauty

Lokananda, the Buddha, is at the pagoda.

The surrounding area, the sky, and

Everywhere I look, I miss you.

Below Nanda, on the riverbank

Come and go, sail boat

By the water's edge, a badminton court is planted.

Correspondence, exchange of goods

They laughed and laughed and were happy.

They have been to the Nanda world.

I saw it when I arrived.

The beauty of the harbor I saw.

Tell me everything you see.

My dear brother, when I arrived

Eyewitness testimony, not particularly beautiful.

Above Kananda, below the harbor

Sailboat row

Beans and sesame seeds, the sky is rising.

Crushed rice, fish paste, and salt

Barter, trade, exchange

I saw them laughing and laughing.

I have seen the Buddha.

Oh, my brother, as you can see.

So, tent.

Happy in heart, my dear brother

It's amazing, there was

Pokkara Rama

You are famous, two kings.

Arrogant, arrogant, and proud.

It's an honor, you guys.

Rule the land, your pride

Before I knew it,

What a beautiful, wicked mind.

You are the one, Nawrattha Tung.

From Lanka, Sri Lanka

The son of a bitch, the son of a bitch

A floating boat, a ship

The vast shore, the sea, the shore

The king, Saw Htee, and the great king

Only when riding an elephant, the urine comes to meet you.

Landing on the water, from the top of the head

Can you connect, please?

Kyi Kyi Thar Thar, Naw Ratha

With faith in mind, I descend into the water.

Don't deny it, humble your pride.

Nod your head and accept.

Humility, humility, and humility

It became clear.

From the port of Nanda Lok.

What a beautiful harbor I saw.

Then the second

Narapati, it's your turn.

Your teacher, the great monk

A person of character and virtue

Help me, the Blessed One said.

The word is clear,

You are stubborn, you are not listening.

At that time, the monk, in the land of Bagan,

No need to stay, towards the sky.

I'm about to move, so I plan to.

To the temple, to the harbor

The monk came down and showed his strength.

Just wait for the ship to arrive.

Great Thera, show your strength.

Narapati, Saw Phoen Siy

If you know, you know, you don't care.

The chicken is very scared, the chicken is very scared.

The unclean butterfly trembled.

My land, my forest, my feet

I live in my golden palace.

Not receiving alms, but being handsome.

Arrogant words, I said it wrongly.

Seeing the Dhamma, the teacher

Even now, my friend,

Thera returned and showed his love.

Humble, humble, and loving.

It became clear.

From the port of Nanda Lok.

The beautiful harbor I saw..

Shumawa, August, 1985.