Poem By :Okker Pyun.
Wazo indeed was wet,but in Wagaung
A rain a torrent rushes out of Heaven,
Filling the hollows,falling day and night
On field-embankment,flooding every land
That lies by river fringe or forked creek-side
A sea-born rain that south-west winds renew,
Sucking it from the ends of adark sea,
Lit of no sun, but by the flares of lightining,
When thundercrushes louder than heavy weaves.
If suchrain ceased and paddy fields lacked water,
The offer of right gifts to the King of heaven
Could certainly invoke it back again.
But you nor prayer nor grief brrings back to me:
Your hearts is harder now than it was once:
Cold days are near -Oh can you still forget!!
Dear love,come back ! IPlead with you-Come back!