Gee up “HE!” promts the bulls to go forward with bell jingling, A few who could tarry in rest house hear it and tally beads. And so the British period passed.
Bombs booming and aeroplanes wheezing; Seek shelter in a religious dwelling The one ventures in up and down riverine trading While the freedom fight is commencing And so the World War II passed.
Loud noises acclaim with pride the national independence Flags flying, banners streaming in craziness Like a tidal wave it climbs And shake the earth with violence. There is however a sadness as if the sky fell And so the Aung San epoh passed.
The bell tolls, the whistle blows; The Victory Drum booms! A glow We are free, we are happy - but ephemeral. Blood everywhere; it’s real. Old sheds razed to ground; hills blazed to crumble, Mothers with babies fled and trembled. Everybody was in haste everywhere These were tragedies with no finish And so the Independence episode passed.
So the ears come and go Sunset eventually leads to dawn So we toil along an endless journey. Here is a prompt that could be used But it has been misplaced: the journey continues Heart was steeped in misery The one could not deny destiny But brave it with tranquility.
With determination to forge ahead with intelligence: Near miracle it was when each plan was carried to a success. One would say that she blazes the trail Flags flying with daring and will - It’s the way of our esteemed mother.
Ludu Daw Amar’s Birthday Greeting Composed by Tin Moe Translated by Than Tun
From Bagan Lat Thit & Other Articles - By Dr. Than Tun et al, In rememberance for Ludu Daw Amar’s 80th Birthday. Ludu Publishing House, Mandalay, November 1996.