Maha Swe - Bo Wazira

“Our monastery is a diamond garden, the young girls are wearing gold ornaments,” he wrote, calling Khu, “The two cats sit in the courtyard of the palace, Maung Maung Seng,” etc., and I have often searched and collected, memorized, and listened to the beautiful poems composed by the great monks, men, women, and scholars, such as Ashin Maha Ratthasara, Shin Maha Thilawansa, Shin Aggasamadhi, Navaday Gyi, Shin Thankho, Hlawka Throung Thanh, King Dwinthin Mingyin, Shin Htwe, Shin Min, Mya Kalay, Khin Son, etc. I have been searching for and collecting, remembering, and listening to the beautiful poems composed by various monks, men, women, and scholars, from a friend, an editor, a royal editor, an old newspaper editor, in Sagaing Township, Sar Taung Ma-ch’in Village, or in Kyauk Pa-nam Village. After going to investigate and receiving a letter requesting to publish a book containing the biography of the great man and articles written during the reign of the Burmese king, I happily inquired about him and met U Paw Tha, a retired criminal chief in Pinsin village, Wetlet district. I got a clue that there was an old man named “U Wazeer” in Sar Taung Ma-Pais village, who was well-versed in the worldly world, had a deep knowledge of scriptures, and was very knowledgeable.

1294, 11th day of the first lunar month of Kason, (15-5-32) Three young men, Ko Thein Maung and Ko Sein Maung, were riding bicycles to the west of Wetlet, south of Bo Te Gyi, and I was a friend of Ko Thein Maung and Ko Sein Maung. As I am very fond of local trips, I set off happily. When I reached Khawtaw village, I remembered a story about a Khawtaw villager and a farmer who had wrestled with Naungtaw Gyi during the reign of Naungtaw. After riding for about a mile, the road became rough again, and they pushed their bicycles on a sandy road for about half a mile. Soon they reached the camp of three tamarind trees. There they drank some strong tea, After the rain, the rice is cooked and the rice is cooked, and the rice is cooked. It is not related to the trip, but they remembered it and set out and pushed for about a mile. Then, after cycling for about a mile, they reached Pinta Ro, where they rode along the side of the Mu Myaung River, and they rode hard, but no one noticed that they were tired. The sun was rising towards noon when they reached Thayet Gyi village. From that village, they passed the road from Sagaing to Shwebo and reached Pagoda Pyu Pyu U, where they rested for a while. The journey was about 8 miles, and it took about 10 and a half hours to get to Salt Mountain, so they thought that it was a rocky road and that they would reach it soon. However, as if the wind was angry with us, it was blowing from the south towards us, and the sun was also shining brightly, without any clouds, and approaching noon. What we wore With three layers of sweat on their shirts, the door slamming shut, and their hands holding the bicycle handlebars shaking in the wind, they couldn't control themselves, occasionally swerving and turning, and after about two miles of riding, they stopped and sighed in the shade of a tree. Then, they composed a song they had made up as a hobby...

Before the rains came, the village of Phyo Ta Phrak, the village of Sok Kyauk, was still growing in the world, the sun was hot enough, the sun was shining on the mountain. . The heat was so intense, I couldn't see the sun, I couldn't be happy with the people, I was so angry, I couldn't ride, I was sweating, I was in the middle of the journey. . As the sun approached noon, the clouds disappeared, the wind blew, I couldn't stand up, the bike was holding the handle, I was riding and swaying. .

However, with the desire to see a wise man, I encouraged my friends to continue their journey, hoping that they would not be able to find him, and that the sun was too hot to even burst their bicycle tires. Even though I was quite healthy and fit, I was very tired, and I was so weak that I encouraged Ko Thein Maung, who was looking for me, that I was almost there, that I was close. When I had already traveled about 3 miles, I was resting in the shade of a tamarind tree on the east side of the road, pouring water on the bicycle tires from a water pot. As a greeting to Ko Thein Maung, I wrote a poem

The wise and wise old master. . He reached the salt mountain with his eyes wide open, and in the scorching sun, he came hard. . With great desire, he said, "The tire is flat" on his bicycle, but he was not afraid, and the bright yellow light was shining. . To the village of Solassa, the long journey of miles, the journey of the Sakyas, the journey of the journey

When they were a little tired, they pushed their bicycles onto the rocky road and rode back. About an hour later, they arrived at U San Myint's noodle shop in Sar Taung Ma village, North Thin Twe Su. They ate noodles and green tea and had a chat.

“He is also called Sayar Lwin, also called U Wazeera. There is a great sage. He lives in the salt mountain with his youngest daughter. If he were not here, he would be living well with the monks of Kyaukpanam village. He is over eighty years old.”

"Please, sir, how do you make a living? Can you feed your daughter with enough milk?"

"My daughter can't feed me. My grandfather decided the inheritance, and as is often the case when writing a memoir, I have to live in poverty and earn a living."

"Don't other people come to the old man?"

“They didn’t come, but the other day 21 adults came to my shop to ask about U Wazira.”

After making such inquiries, they rode their bicycles to the house of the eldest daughter of the old man in the village of Sa Taung Ma and the village of Ywa Si Ward. When they found him, they were very disappointed when they heard that the old man had been with them before and was now with his sons. However, even though they had heard that the old man was still alive, they still had a lot of hope. After telling the 9 children and the youngest daughter of the old man, who was “over 30 years old,” some of our intentions, we set out for the house of Ko Sein Maung’s relatives in the village’s farthest quarter. We spent about an hour in the farthest quarter eating green tea, roasted beans, palm leaves, and mangoes, and then returned in the hot sun for about 3 hours. We arrived in Wetlet at about 7:30 p.m.

This was my first time feeling tired. I was not just “making a Varanasi” with ordinary fatigue. I had traveled the 16 miles from Wat Lak to Shwe Bo in just one hour, without any heat or wind. At that time, the temperature in Wat Lak’s shade was 105°-106°, so we could imagine how hot and humid it would be for us to be out in the sun at noon, and how hot it would be. When we got home, I couldn’t get up for a whole day. Ko Thein Maung, the weakling, couldn’t get up for about 5 days, and his eyes were red. My hands were black from the sun, and they were peeling off from the roots, which only disappeared after about 20 days. My feet, which I had to walk on in my canvas shoes, were as pale as if a chicken had been boiled in a kettle, and the skin had been peeling off for a month. Now, it is our present day, and although it may be said that we should not mix it with rice and rat droppings, I cannot help but include this incident, which I have never done so much research on in my life, so that I may remember it until I die.

Meeting with the old man

On the 13th day of the first lunar month of Kason, 1294 (17-5-32), Ko Thein Maung, who was in a critical condition, was forcibly dragged to Wetlet by the Assun mail train that stopped at 6:15 a.m. and followed to the writing station. They arrived at the writing station at about 8:00 a.m. From the station, they walked about 2.5 miles and at about 9:00 a.m., they reached the east side of the railway.