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WHEN BLOOD BOILS
When blood boils, it explodes.When blood freezes, it ices over.
Hushed and anchored
without deliberation.
Our Burmese derive from Shakya
insulated.
The sight of blood agitates,
cools to extreme fear.
Be brave and be afraid.
Young heart
a moment brave
close to a hay fire
opportunistically following grandfather.
The chase is constant
perhaps like paradise or a wish
perhaps without knowing
on a trip without a path.
The cow eats plums
obscured.
This is our Burmese people.
© Translation: 2013, Tin Moe
Shakya was a dynasty in ancient India.
WHEN BLOOD BOILS
© 2005, Tin Moe
From: Anya lann ka tamah dann (Rows of Tamah Trees in Upper Burma)
Publisher: Shwe Thingaha Myanmar Association Library, Korea, Bucheon City
From: Anya lann ka tamah dann (Rows of Tamah Trees in Upper Burma)
Publisher: Shwe Thingaha Myanmar Association Library, Korea, Bucheon City
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WHEN BLOOD BOILS
From: Anya lann ka tamah dann (Rows of Tamah Trees in Upper Burma)
WHEN BLOOD BOILS
When blood boils, it explodes.When blood freezes, it ices over.
Hushed and anchored
without deliberation.
Our Burmese derive from Shakya
insulated.
The sight of blood agitates,
cools to extreme fear.
Be brave and be afraid.
Young heart
a moment brave
close to a hay fire
opportunistically following grandfather.
The chase is constant
perhaps like paradise or a wish
perhaps without knowing
on a trip without a path.
The cow eats plums
obscured.
This is our Burmese people.
© 2013, Tin Moe
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