Mya Than Tint - The Empress' Birth

There was a chieftain in the village of Kamphyu at the foot of Mount Poppa. One evening, the chieftain was sitting at the feet of a man who was surrounded by a lotus flower and playing his flute. As he played the flute, his eyes would wander to Mount Poppa, which loomed before him. Sometimes, his eyes would wander across the vast plains to the golden city.

Mount Poppa is a mountain peak located in central Myanmar. It looks like a steep mountain. Sometimes you can see clouds floating on the top of the mountain. Since it is an old volcano, there must have been flames on the top of the mountain, but now there are clouds floating on the top. Sometimes, Mount Poppa looks like a big horn, curling up into the blue sky. It seems like the horns are playing music to him. At that time, the mountaineer feels like he is floating above the sky. He can see the whole land and remember.

Looking west, you can see the golden city of Bagan, where the Rawatty River flows. When the sky is clear, you can see the spires of the pagodas, the roofs of the pagodas and the pagodas, the monasteries and the elephants, all leaning against the sky. When you see the golden glow behind the red brick walls, you can see the white bridges over the moat, the white flowers of the lotus flowers

But the farmer was delighted to see his little daughter learning to walk. According to a short story he had written himself, he was delighted to see her learn to walk. One dark evening, as he was sitting near a thorn bush, his little daughter, as beautiful as a child, ran towards him, naked and unclothed, with her legs unsteady. The farmer picked her up and kissed her.

"Tomorrow, father will go to Yat-thun. Daughter, come with father," he said.

Early the next morning, the farmer, with two oxen in a cart, and his daughter, set out for the forest where they were to farm. When they reached the farm, they laid the daughter on a mat in a clean field under a tamarind tree. Then they hitched the two oxen to the plow and went down to the farm.

For him, tilling the soil was not just about digging. As he stomped his feet into the soil and dug his toes into the mud, he felt the earth's great earth churning. He felt the heartbeat of the earth that would become his flesh and blood. So on the day he first descended into the soil, he knelt down in the yakro, picked up a handful of clay, and kneaded it with his hands. In this way, he became one with the earth.

That day, while the farmer was offering to the Lamine God, his two oxen also kept their heads down, feeling the breath of the earth. When he and the earth had connected, the farmer got up from his seat and shook the shovel in his hand. Then the farmer and his two oxen plowed and watered.

The farmer was helping his two cows, whooping and thumping, to and fro in the field. The little girl was still asleep in the shade of the mangkyi tree.

The farmer had forgotten about his little daughter. The poor man was concentrating on the task of plowing. He was walking like a man in meditation, so absorbed in his work that he did not notice that a very poisonous snake came out of the forest and approached his little daughter. The snake slowly moved forward, and when it reached the child, it coiled around him and put its hood over him. Thus, the snake was wrapped around the child's face. However, it did not touch the child.

When the farmer reached the other end of the yakro , he turned the plow back. On the other yakro, he saw a large snake sitting on a large hood . The large hood was as calm as a hermit. It didn't seem to be threatening the child. It was strange. But the farmer was already scared. If the child woke up and moved, he could kill him with one blow.

The farmer ran up to the big snake, Ko Maung Yan. The big snake, following the footsteps, disappeared into the bushes, waving a whip.

He picked up the child and looked around. Nothing happened. The child looked at his father and even smiled. The child looked happy and refreshed. .

The incident was quite strange. He had never seen a snake crawling on his back. He was no longer interested in ploughing. What if another danger arose while he was ploughing, leaving the child in the shade of the tamarind tree? The farmer cut off the oxen from the plough and returned to the village.

When he got home, he told his wife everything that had happened in detail.

"Then wouldn't it be better to go and ask the abbot?" the householder suggested.

That evening, the couple came to the monastery. They also brought fruits and flowers as offerings. When they left the village and passed through the Si Ro gate, they saw a pond full of lotus flowers. The pond was so full of lotus flowers that they could not even see the water. The monastery by the pond was built like a forest monastery with a thatched roof.

The farmer and his wife went up the stairs to the monastery. They found the monk alone on the monastery. The monk was very old. After offering the monk some food and books, they told him the story. The monk listened carefully.

"Well, if it's what you said, it's quite amazing. It's really extraordinary that something like this happened in such a small village. Try it, Dakka. Is it true what Dakka said?" The old man said, "It's true, and I don't dare to lie to the monk."

"If that's the case, the daughter of the chieftain is a sign of a male. If you look at it according to the Vedic scriptures, it will come out the same. The incident happened by chance. It can be said to be a special omen. The swan snake is the worst of all snakes. Let's say the king of snakes. If this kind of snake comes to a person and bites him, that person is sure to become a king. If the daughter of the chieftain is protected by the swan snake with a hood, then that child is sure to become a queen. If you tap the ground with your hand, you will miss it. This one can't miss it no matter what you do."

The farmer was not as surprised as his wife. In the evening, when he went down to the garden and played his flute, he sometimes thought about how wonderful it would be for his daughter to reach the Golden City. He had dreamed of the city of Nikyan. The prediction that the monk had made was not new to him. It was only a confirmation of his expectations. However, the farmer's wife was not at all surprised. When she heard the monk's prediction, she immediately exclaimed, "Oh, my queen!"

When they returned home, they did not tell anyone about the incident. They decided to raise their daughter in the manner of their mother. The farmer was a wealthy man in the village, so he had the financial means to raise his daughter as a good woman.

The farmer named the young girl Asa and took care of her. When she grew up, he also taught her literature. He also dressed her in beautiful clothes for festivals. He also told her that her future would be extraordinary. Thus, the young girl became a young woman with all the virtues. Because of her beauty, her dignity, and her mental strength, the young girl was famous.

At the time of these events, a king named Kshatriya, who was interested in philosophy and Abhidhamma, wrote a commentary on the Abhidhamma to enlighten the laymen.

When Asa reached the age of twelve, his son Uzana succeeded him. Uzana was not his father's son, but a young prince who was fond of pleasure and amusement.

Ujjana was a king who was fond of pleasure. As a courtier, the surroundings of the palace were cramped and boring for him. Therefore, Ujjana often wandered around the kingdom. His father, King Kshatriya, was a wise king. His commentary was profound and full of wisdom. He discussed the mind, the senses, the form, the realm, the world, and the individual.