Alone
တစ္ေယာက္တည္း
I’ve listened: and all the sounds I heard
Were music,—wind, and stream, and bird.
With youth who sang from hill to hill
I’ve listened: my heart is hungry still.
ငါ နားေထာင္ၿပီးၿပီ
ငါ ၾကားခဲ့တဲ့အသံေတြက
ဂီတ ေလတိုက္သံ
စမ္းေရစီးသံနဲ႔ ငွက္ေအာ္သံေတြေပါ့
ငယ္႐ြယ္မႈနဲ႔ဆိုခဲ့တဲ့သံစဥ္မ်ားစြာ
ငါ
ႏွလံုးသားကဆာေလာင္ဆဲ
I’ve looked: the morning world was green;
Bright roofs and towers of town I’ve seen;
And stars, wheeling through wingless night.
I’ve looked: and my soul yet longs for light.
ငါ ျမင္ၾကည့္ၿပီးၿပီ
မနက္ခင္းေလာကက စိမ္းျမလို႔
ေတာက္ပတဲ့အိမ္ေခါင္မိုးေတြ
ၿမိဳ႕ျပရဲ႕ေမ်ွာ္စင္ေတြ
အေတာင္မဲ့ညကိုလွည္ပတ္ေနတဲ့ၾကယ္ေတြ
ဒါေပမယ့္
ငါ့ဝိဉာဥ္က အဲဒီညေတြကိုတမ္းတဆဲ
I’ve thought: but in my sense survives
Only the impulse of those lives
That were my making. Hear me say
‘I’ve thought!’—and darkness hides my day.
ငါေတြးခဲ့ဖူးၿပီ
အာ႐ုံရဲ႕လႈံေဆာ္မႈေတြႏုိးထ
ငါ့ဖန္တီးမႈနဲ႔ငါ႐ွင္သန္တဲ့ဘဝ
ေက်းဇူးျပဳၿပီးနားေထာင္ေပးပါ
ငါ ေတြးေတာေနတာ
အေမွာင္ကေန႔ရက္ေတြကိုဖံုးကာ
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