U Aung Thein Myat - Burmese traditional proverbs and stories (1)

One good idea, a good life.

Once upon a time, there was a little bird. It was raining heavily for days, so it could not go out to its nest. One day, the rain stopped and the sun shone brightly. The little bird spread its wings happily. It stretched its limbs. Then it went out to find food.

After going without food for days, I picked up food and ate it without any hunger. When I got lost in the food, I lost consciousness. I forgot where I was supposed to go, or where it was dangerous.

A hawk, quietly waiting in the treetops, saw a sparrowhawk. The sparrowhawk slowly approached the clearing of bushes and trees.

Things are looking good for the hawk. A whistling sound is heard.

Ha... The woodpecker knows when the enemy is roaring.

The cow's footprints ran into the cracks in the ground. But the bird was too late.

As he ran in terror to a good hiding place, it rose from the ground. The hawk's sharp talons had grabbed him and carried him away.

Even a hawk can't eat food in the air. It has to carry the food to a tree. When it arrives, it has to trample the back and eat the intestines and liver with a bloody roar.

However, he also has his troubles.

He wasn't the only one quietly waiting for food at the top of the tree. There were other hawks. There were kites hovering in the air, waiting.

These birds of prey often swarm around and peck at the prey. The preyed bird often drops its food and flees. So the hawk that catches the hawk has to fly away before the flock of hawks can gather around it.

" It's not my place, it

The hawk was not yet alert. The little sparrow was screaming in terror because it was afraid of death. When it realized that the pursuers were not coming, it calmed down. It was not until it calmed down that it noticed. It was not screaming. It was not crying. It was not begging.

" It's not my place, it's not like this, it's just my place, what's the point?"

The woodpecker was blaming itself. The hawk was interested in the constant chirping.

“Hey, what are you shouting about?”

There are places where I can be safe and not be attacked. I have lost consciousness of the safe place because I crave food. I am saying this.”

"How safe is your place, my son? If I beat you with my wings, if I scratch you with my claws, what safe place can you stand?"

"Hey, hawk, the place where your wings and claws are not even slightly touched is my place."

The falcon wondered how this little bird, which was not even the size of a human fist, could soar so high in the air. How could it possibly protect itself from the blows of the falcon's wings, which were many times larger than itself?

"Oh, it's not my place. If it were me, where would this happen?"

The cicada bird, however, continued to lament unhappily.

"Hey, you're annoying. Shut up." I

" I'm crying with my mouth, why should I be silent?"

The hawk attacks the enemy that is about to be killed.

"You're such a big talker, now go try it, go to the place called "Dangan", I'll catch you. If you catch me, I'll eat your feathers. Now... go."

The hawk spoke to the hawk and released it. The hawk swooped down to the ground. It looked for a good cow footprint. A cow footprint is a cow's footprint left in the soft mud.

During the rainy season, when the ground was soft, the cow stepped on it. The cow's foot sank into the hole. The cow pulled out its foot and continued on its journey. A large hole was left in the middle and the edges were narrow. When the summer came, the hard tracks of the cow became a haven for the birds of prey, the jays, the jays, and the ground-dwelling birds.

The little sparrow has found the cow's footprint of his choice. The hawk is hovering above, waiting.

"Hey.. Hawk, that place is my place. Not one of you, come here, ten of you. You'll die."

A small bird landed on the sharp clod of earth at the top of the cow's footprint. It looked up and called.

The falcon had already underestimated the small bird. When it was shouted at in such a rude manner, it soared into the air. It rose high and then swooped down with great speed. The small bird also jumped into the cow's footprints with a thud.

The hawk found nothing to catch or to catch. It soared into the air, controlling its own speed.

"What a fool, you big hawk! Don't think you're a big bird. What can you do in my place?"

A small bird appeared on top of the cow's footprint. It shouted in contempt. It laughed. The hawk also swooped down to gain strength. It swooped down with great speed. It could not be swept away by the cow's footprint.

"A hawk, what a hawk, a free bird?" The hawk flew up angrily and pounced angrily.

After this happened many times, the hawk became tired. He wondered if he would catch even a single bird. Then he became even more angry.

So he dived down with greater speed. He caught the mother bird. But he did not catch the little bird. He could not control himself and hit his chest with the sharp edge of the ground at the top of his foot, and he went to his death.

The frog and the lion

There is another story that fits that proverb: The Frog and the Lion.

The lion king Keshara, who ruled over three thousand forests, ran very fast. When he roared in anger, his voice cut off the ears of many and killed them, and many died of fright. He was also very powerful.

Therefore, all the wild animals in the forest feared and respected the lion king Keshara. Since there were three thousand places where he was recognized and respected, he was called the ruler of the three thousand forests.