Thursday, 9 October 2008

An Arakanese Poem of the 16th century (4)

Poem by; Okker Pyun.
Last month the Monsoon struggled to break loose;
But now free rasin-wind has set south west,
A wind of clouds, which rise from a dark sea
And hang in flods of black over the land.
Heavy showers fall now, rain spills on earth,
And country men look to their ploughs and cattle;
The birds.with theip fat fledglings close bahind,
And fly away,wing wing, happy and fond.
These sights the cattle plough, the waiting field,
The play last night of lightining in the leaves.
How can i live without you a whole year?
I am distracted with the dismal thought.

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