Dagontara - Complete Works

My imaginary history of magic smiles

(A)

What?

Where will you go, what will you do?

I don't know anything, I don't know.

But, history will tell.

That's what I'm doing.

(b)

Khin goat flower

Fragrant, moonlight snow

Pea soup, red cotton cloth

There is a giver, a giver.

I'm surprised, the mustache

Remember, I have to read.

"Forward" is a single publication.

Find out later.

The sound of the piano, his beloved

The power is art.

I believe it.

(C)

Life is like that.

Not a relationship, but a love affair.

If there are no enemies, there are friends.

It is pure peace.

63 is a place with a sweet smell of goat's milk.

My university, my life.

Going to bed at night, mosquito netting

Go to bed early, come in early.

Things to think about, things to miss

A night filled with roses, I composed a poem.

By the Mone River, my friend is a shepherd.

Morning walk,

One by one

They recite verses of poetry.

Where I am

There will be poetry, there will be novels.

Walls cannot stop it.

But today, voices

Flowing through the waves.

Movie, Poetry, and Poetry Magazine,

May, 2007.

From Taiku to Karen Malin

My hometown bus

Near Kyaiklat, Deedray Paing

A small Mon village called Taiku.

If in the east

Ayeyarwady, the watercourse

Behind the house, a rice field.

Emerald green, starry moon color

Sharing the sunshine.

In Waso

The whole field, covered in rain

With poles, they set sail.

New playground, fun!

In the sea, in the ocean, in the ocean

Descending downwards, it shines forth.

In my lap, a soft black buffalo

But if it decreases, it's a shame.

Evening twilight

Gold, pink, spray paint

Red face, golden shirt

The golden yellow of the rice husk, the golden yellow of the sheaf

The sun is dark and the moon is silver.

Day and night intertwined, clouds shining and shining

In leopard print, in light blue

The rice fields, the sweet scent of the rice

They play, music of the new harvest.

School term begins

A sense of history, among the public

I think, history is life.

From Beijing to Moscow

Air travel, Siberia

In Kalapo, Mary,

From Vitava, beautiful dancer.

I learned Russian from her.

On the plane, while dozing off

I woke up to the sound of Karen Malin.

Ruby, red star.

While I was staying

In front of Red Square, National Hotel

Nearby, the old university building.

Young people, meeting

The Soviet Union

The fortress of peace

I said, I won't take it.

Vibrations, applause.

Three years later

In Hungary, in Budapest.

Entering, Soviet troops

Protest that they must leave

When I posted, nothing happened.

From now on.

My philosophy

There are no enemies, only friends.

There are no haters, only lovers.

With that thought, deeply

Independence, unity, and peace must be

I believe it.

Student life

When I was young, I had a goal.

I imagined it, from a book.

Beautiful, noble, and thought-provoking.

Fantasy palace, but magic blossoms

Political culture, have you broken the mirror?

Dinner table

Sweet and sour glass, champagne

The sound of the glass breaking, the tinkling sound

In Ukraine, peace talks

I said, applause.

May peace last forever..

3-5-07

Movie Poetry Magazine, September, 2007.