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Wawn Awng

Pupa

Without hair, legs,
empty of clothes it feels cold and slow
however it hurries.
 
It tries to build a house,
encloses itself inside
and hibernates.
 
When time comes, it opens its house
and is reborn into the world.
 
This time, it is not naked,
unlike its life previous, reborn with wings,
flying clothes.
 
It wears clothes and rides
the wind's current
inhales and flies away. 

Shingchyut

Shingchyut

Mun mung n tu
Lagaw mung n galu
Kade kashung tim singku krin
Kade tin tim lanyan she lanyan
 
Tim—
Shakut nna nta gap
Hkrawp hkrawp di magap ap
Hka mung n lu, shat mung n sha
Sinda da di rawng nga, sai
 
Ten du jang—
Hkrawp hpe azat waw
Mungkan pyin ra de kalang bai kraw, sai
 
Ya na lang—
Singgu krin n rai
Shawng na prat hte shai mat sai.
Lawutnang singkaw tu
Su-myen palawng su sai.
 
Dai rai nna—
Su-myen palawng grum
Lawutnang singkaw dum, nna
Lainawng hpungtsin chyu let pyen hkawm mat nu ai rai.       

Wawn Awng

Wawn Awng

(Burma, 1942)

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Shingchyut

Mun mung n tu
Lagaw mung n galu
Kade kashung tim singku krin
Kade tin tim lanyan she lanyan
 
Tim—
Shakut nna nta gap
Hkrawp hkrawp di magap ap
Hka mung n lu, shat mung n sha
Sinda da di rawng nga, sai
 
Ten du jang—
Hkrawp hpe azat waw
Mungkan pyin ra de kalang bai kraw, sai
 
Ya na lang—
Singgu krin n rai
Shawng na prat hte shai mat sai.
Lawutnang singkaw tu
Su-myen palawng su sai.
 
Dai rai nna—
Su-myen palawng grum
Lawutnang singkaw dum, nna
Lainawng hpungtsin chyu let pyen hkawm mat nu ai rai.       

Pupa

Without hair, legs,
empty of clothes it feels cold and slow
however it hurries.
 
It tries to build a house,
encloses itself inside
and hibernates.
 
When time comes, it opens its house
and is reborn into the world.
 
This time, it is not naked,
unlike its life previous, reborn with wings,
flying clothes.
 
It wears clothes and rides
the wind's current
inhales and flies away. 

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