Thursday, September 22, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
WE MUST FIGHT THE ENEMY FOR OUR BELOVED IRRAWADDY
STOP BUILDING THE MYITSONE DAM!
STOP BUILDING THE MYITSONE DAM!
STOP BUILDING THE MYITSONE DAM!
PROTECT OUR ENVIRONMENT!
PROTECT OUR ENVIRONMENT!
PROTECT OUR ENVIRONMENT!
SAVE OUR PEOPLE!
SAVE OUR PEOPLE!
SAVE OUR PEOPLE!
Here are some images of the Irrawaddy river of Burma
Here are some images of the Irrawaddy river of Burma
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
HYACINTH'S WAY BY ZAWGYI
Hyacinth's Way (12)
WILL YOU BE JAUNTING AGAIN?
From the mouth of the sea, Ma Beda
With waves sloshing about at the early rise of the tide,
Rushes into the creek and enter;
Not seeing the rain and wind in her pride,
Wanting to flaunt like a flower;
As it was the tide's initial rises,
Indulging in fantasy, whims and fancy
The flower jaunts as she likes.
At above-creek the tide has abated and eased,
In halcyon waters, the hyacinth Ma Beda pulls herself together,
Along the journey traversed, varied are occasions of joy and grief;
As the waters are now calm as ever,
With stems and stalk, a fully blossoming lot
Her manners are of a pliant flower.
The litte reed piper plays pleasantly,
You beautiful flower Ma Beda
The falling tide i greeting from the mouth of the sea,
What a kind of longing!
Not seeing the rain and wind in your pride,
Not caring anything, wanting to ebb down and glide;
Will you be again juanting to your likes?
Zawgyi
(University O-way Magazine, 1960)
WILL YOU BE JAUNTING AGAIN?
From the mouth of the sea, Ma Beda
With waves sloshing about at the early rise of the tide,
Rushes into the creek and enter;
Not seeing the rain and wind in her pride,
Wanting to flaunt like a flower;
As it was the tide's initial rises,
Indulging in fantasy, whims and fancy
The flower jaunts as she likes.
At above-creek the tide has abated and eased,
In halcyon waters, the hyacinth Ma Beda pulls herself together,
Along the journey traversed, varied are occasions of joy and grief;
As the waters are now calm as ever,
With stems and stalk, a fully blossoming lot
Her manners are of a pliant flower.
The litte reed piper plays pleasantly,
You beautiful flower Ma Beda
The falling tide i greeting from the mouth of the sea,
What a kind of longing!
Not seeing the rain and wind in your pride,
Not caring anything, wanting to ebb down and glide;
Will you be again juanting to your likes?
Zawgyi
(University O-way Magazine, 1960)
Water hyacinth
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