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Tin Moe
WITH A LANTERN OF HOPE
Drifted in by tidal waveswith hugs of attachment
on the shore of the North Sea
a poem from Burma washed up.
No sun, no moon, can be seen
on the Norwegian beach.
Wearing the robe of mist
going up the Scandinavian mountain
with a shaken, broken voice
singing a home-sick song.
Someday
I will surely arrive at some point.
Though our homeland is under darkness
it will be short-lived.
Soon in the sky
dull darkness will clear,
a brightly coloured dawn
will arrive.
A journey of ten years
as short as a snap of the fingers.
A poem
will pack treasure
enter the village gate
greet 'hello'
a chance to hug the public.
But now . . . atop a snow-covered mountain
while hoping for the light
singing homesick songs
lighting up a lantern of hope,
to keep singing of what I miss.
© Translation: 2013, Tin Moe
From: Kabya paung choat-1999 (A Collection of Tin Moe’s Poems – 1999)
Publisher: Alinga Publishing House, Blacktown, NSW, Australia, 2004
From: Kabya paung choat-1999 (A Collection of Tin Moe’s Poems – 1999)
Publisher: Alinga Publishing House, Blacktown, NSW, Australia, 2004
WITH A LANTERN OF HOPE
© 2004, Tin Moe
From: Kabya paung choat-1999 (A Collection of Tin Moe’s Poems – 1999)
Publisher: Alinga Publishing House, Blacktown, NSW, Australia
From: Kabya paung choat-1999 (A Collection of Tin Moe’s Poems – 1999)
Publisher: Alinga Publishing House, Blacktown, NSW, Australia
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WITH A LANTERN OF HOPE
From: Kabya paung choat-1999 (A Collection of Tin Moe’s Poems – 1999)
WITH A LANTERN OF HOPE
Drifted in by tidal waveswith hugs of attachment
on the shore of the North Sea
a poem from Burma washed up.
No sun, no moon, can be seen
on the Norwegian beach.
Wearing the robe of mist
going up the Scandinavian mountain
with a shaken, broken voice
singing a home-sick song.
Someday
I will surely arrive at some point.
Though our homeland is under darkness
it will be short-lived.
Soon in the sky
dull darkness will clear,
a brightly coloured dawn
will arrive.
A journey of ten years
as short as a snap of the fingers.
A poem
will pack treasure
enter the village gate
greet 'hello'
a chance to hug the public.
But now . . . atop a snow-covered mountain
while hoping for the light
singing homesick songs
lighting up a lantern of hope,
to keep singing of what I miss.
© 2013, Tin Moe
From: Kabya paung choat-1999 (A Collection of Tin Moe’s Poems – 1999)
Publisher: 2004, Alinga Publishing House, Blacktown, NSW, Australia
From: Kabya paung choat-1999 (A Collection of Tin Moe’s Poems – 1999)
Publisher: 2004, Alinga Publishing House, Blacktown, NSW, Australia
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