THE MORAL PRINCIPLE OF RISING AND FALLING
You are so tired, friend Beda!
Says the melodious song of little reed-piper,
Having to float up and down stubbornly in this tidal area,
Along the Hyacinth's way, so tiresome to say
in the tidal creek's waters.
Oh! friend reed-piper,
When the sun rises, into the village the monk enters
On an alms round, and when the sun's at palm tree's height,
Returning back by the bridge outside, the village he now avoids
This a daily routine and sight.
Oh! friend reed-piper,
In a long narrow boat, the vendor couple dear,
In two heaps a variety of vegetables heaped well,
Entered one village after another trying to sel,
And on their return home, shrimp and fish are always seen,
This a daily routine and scene.
When the tide rises she's keen,
When the tide falls she's happily seen,
And down she goes all in a row,
Again and again, this moral of rising and falling with the tide;
Friend Beda, travelling with the tidal waters together,
Is it 'cause you have perceived this moral principle in sight?
Zawgyi
(University of Rangoon Annual Magazine, 1957-1959)
Water hyacinth
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