Min Thuwan - Ye Chan Sin

Little Yi

We don't have any special chants. The words "Yee Lay Lay" are our only chants. They are old-fashioned chants. When children were swinging on the swing, we used to shout "Yee Lay Lay" and "Yo Yee Lay Lay." We hear these chants every year when we row along the rivers and streams during the Thadingyut festival.

We, the little ones, strengthen ourselves. We encourage others. We gather together and take strength. If we were to travel the same distance as the little ones, we would have to endure many hardships. Some of these journeys were river journeys. Some were river journeys. Some were wind journeys. Some were wind journeys. Some were river journeys. Some were river journeys. Some were river journeys. Some were river journeys. Some were river journeys. Some were river journeys. Some were river journeys. Some were night journeys. No matter what kind of journey, we succeeded with our shouts and shouts of "little ones." When we heard the sound of "little ones," we all became one in our hearts. The long-standing enemies of each other could not withstand the impact of this shout. They were lost and destroyed. Even "the blazing sword of the temple" could not withstand the speed of this little one. Little ones only inspire unity, It doesn't just erase differences. It strengthens when we are weak. It gives us strength when we are afraid. In short, I don't think it would be possible to set boundaries in the call of "Yee Lay Lay".

This slogan tells the story of how we overcame a difficult journey in our childhood by the power of our ancestors. We worked in the fields all day. The monsoon kept us in the cold all day. The monsoon rains pelted us with gravel all day. Our lips were blue. Our hands were white and swollen. Our chins were shaking from head to toe. Meanwhile, the big and small snakes were drinking our blood. If we had not brought these lime and medicine bullets, our blood would have been exhausted. The big buffaloes that used to hide under the leaves would have come out and bit us. If it had not been for these plows, we would have bled to death. Our legs were also swollen and bloody. When the sun set, we were tired. We were exhausted. Our legs and arms were tired. Our stomachs and stomachs were empty. Our limbs were trembling. Our eyes were also blurry. When we met, I was angry with him, he was angry with me, and we looked at each other, finding fault with each other. I thought that my tiredness was because of his luck. I thought that his tiredness was because of his luck. At this time, if I had to do it, I would have done it. The tent was small. However... Our mission was not yet complete. We still had a journey home.

Our farm house is not one or two houses. After leaving this stream and crossing that river, it is that big house that you can see at the mouth of the southern sea. Now...let's go back. Come on.... But a group of us, with big faces, don't talk to each other. We are tired. Weary. Weary. Hungry. Weary

The boat is sailing. Now... I'll row the men's boat. Straighten up. Now... row the oars. Go. Heavy hands lifted the heavy oars and rowed. At that moment, a soft cry of "Yee-lay-lay" emerged from between trembling lips.

Our journey has just begun. Will we return to the tent if the sun disappears? What will we do when we reach the tent? We will change these wet clothes into dry ones. We will roast these wrinkled limbs on the cow fire. If we have enough, we will drink a cup of green tea each. Then we will eat white rice with hot curry. How good it would be if we boiled the vegetables we picked from the fields and mixed them with fish sauce. Maung Yin Tok caught a large number of fish as he liked. They were in the boat. If we could wait, we would even eat fish curry. What did Maung Yin Cho bring? He brought eels. Oh ... we also picked vegetables. He said that we will pickle the sweet potato leaves tomorrow morning. What about the field potatoes? Where did you pick them? U Gyi Poe's pond. Lucky you ... A big snake is as big as a yoke. I went to see it in the forest. I'm going to step on it. Thithi. The lord is not going to step on it. I went to see him. Look for him. Aye... I'll ask the field workers to add some sour cream. They also thought about the dining room and discussed it.

After eating, there will be someone who will curl up with a blanket. There will be someone who will draw cards near the big kerosene lamp. There will be someone who will play the warlord. There will be someone who will read the playbook. There will be someone who will miss the village while listening to the playbook. There will be someone who will memorize the song. I will have to go to the Vaizayantar that I attended the other day again today. Will the teacher of Pattala come tonight? I think Maung Phu Nyo will leave some rice cakes for him. Maung Shwe Kyaw, who loves the flute, will also come and sing. Maung Yin Tok is as usual. Paing and Pyone are on the day. Because he is there. Without milk, it is difficult to eat raw fish and raw fish. What about Maung Yin Cho? As usual. Now when I come back, he will have a fever. His stomach is also hot. It is difficult for him. We will gather some of them and give him medicine. What about Ko Shwe Wa? He is a talkative person. He will be busy in the playgroups. He would sing in the band. When everyone else was asleep, he would sing loudly and worship the Buddha. But he would not be afraid of the ghosts in our tent because he was so good. It seems that Maung Ming-sin had been a student for a long time. One night, when he recited the Vaisantara sermon, Maung Hawa and his family were in tears. The Pattasaray drama was also very good. He also learned the Am Sonar Dhansa Myaing. His grandfather was a great scholar. He taught me these things every day. I still remember. His grandfather used to go to the Buddha with a small stick. With a white headscarf, a small cork. His hair was white. He was tied with a white cloth. Oh ... how the old man in the Kusinna monastery looks very much like the old man. Oh ... I learned everything his grandfather taught me. He also told me about the history. Please tell me about the Kala Gyi climb. There were also soldiers and gaurs. As we were thinking and discussing this, a small voice suddenly attracted us to stop and think.

New strength has come into our arms. New strength has come into our spines. We have raised our hands and are now in line. Let's row. It's still a long way. Oh my. . . The wind is blowing from the west again. Oh ... oh ... the palm trees are swaying. The palm trees are swaying. Oh the storm. The mangrove branches are breaking and blowing. Little by little ... let's row.

The water in the creek is so high that you can't even see the shore. The current is so strong. I'm just riding with my paddle. The water is choppy. The wind is still blowing. If the boat heads out, it will be a lot of work. Little Yi. "Hey, the big one at the junction of the two creeks is also screaming. He hasn't eaten yet this year. Be careful. If you get into that hole, you can't come back, my friends. Even Phoe Shwe Aung's big boat has already gone into that hole, so it's a lot of work. Are you a scumbag like us? What can I say?

The waves are already breaking over the forest, the waves are already breaking. Big white heads, big white heads. If you fall between two waves, you will be lost. The mind is like a hinge. Now... let's go, little one.

The storm is fierce, the river is overflowing.

The sound of the waves is like a wave.

Yee-le

The raindrops are also painful. The raindrops are almost invisible. If they touch your eyes, they sting. The wind is strong, and the raindrops are hard. It's okay. Our hands are cold and numb. The raindrops that fall one by one are like marbles that bounce back when you throw them. Oh, my goodness. Do you have to do it?

Even with the wind blowing, the good guys still managed to catch up. I think there must have been about five hundred people hanging around my head. I'm just a little bit tired. I don't have a tail to wag like a buffalo.

The journey is still long. We are only halfway to Kanyeng Ngu. When we reach the mouth of the stream, we will have to cross a large river. God forbid, when we reach the river, the wind will stop. If it is only the rain and wind, we will be drowned in the river.

The sun is about to disappear. The wind is getting colder as the rain approaches. My jaws are clenching. I think all my teeth will fall out when I get back to the tent. Come on, little Yee, let's go.

The rain has stopped.

The road is far away, the air is cold.

Yee-lee-lee, baby.

Oh my... I'm so hungry. I can smell the fish sauce in my nose. Oh... I can see the white rice in my eyes. The steam is so thick. Yesterday I was a monk. I had to make a monk that day. Do you have a spider web to stick to the flute? He's a good one. The horse and elephant battles that Ko Shwewa said are very difficult. Please teach me tonight. "Sue Le Nath Bhagwa, I'm going to play two cloths. Please give me a blanket so that I can be a good soldier." Yes? Where can I borrow the second part of the Thatonthu Mao Za drama? I heard that it's among my brothers. Oh, if you go, please also borrow the book of Baja Sipa Visittra. Try drawing a knot for me too, hey.

Maung Yin and his friends. Maung Yin and his friends. Just waiting like this is not enough. You must be a little bit. Maung Yin, please stop worrying for a while. After we get to the tent, we can eat and climb. Climb until we reach the top of the tent. Now, please wait for Maung Ming-seon. If one climb is less, another one will be less. Now... we are almost there. If you turn around, you will see the stable in front of the tent.

My friends,

Running in the wind, paws fluttering

Yee-lee-lee, baby.

(1948)