Mourn of Myanmar to his Men
Mourn of Myanmar to his Men
By Mayyu Ali
RB Poem
June 24, 2016
Which tribe ever you belong,
You, all are in the same heart
Paying the same blood
And the same sweat
Thus, no quite uniqueness
Between each of you have
You are the one who makes me worthy.
You are the one who makes me insolent.
Oh! My people,
Do not assail each other.
Do not make me embarrassed!
Do not make me degraded!
Which complexion ever your skin has,
You, all are in the same garden
Having the same soil And the same water
Thus, no quite feebleness
Between each of you have
You are the one who makes me glorious.
You are the one who makes me impudent.
Oh! My people,
Do not bully each other.
Do not make me embarrassed!
Do not make me degraded!
Which royalty ever you possess,
You, all are under the same sky
Having the same air And the same shadow
Thus, no quite divergence
Between each of you have
You are the one who makes me arrogant.
You are the one who makes me impertinent.
Oh! My people,
Do not boast each other.
Do not make me embarrassed!
Do not make me degraded!
Which stake ever you hold,
You, all are one for another.
Breed your love to each other.
Empty your hatred for another.
Let’s keep united each other!
Let’s make peaceful together!
Let’s turn to development forever!
You are the one who makes me luminous.
You are the one who makes me malign.
Oh! My people,
Do not relegate each other.
Do not make me embarrassed!
Do not make me degraded!
