O’ My Gardener (U-Yin-Hmu Nge’)

O’ My Gardener
(U-Yin-Hmu Nge’)

When the sun sets in the west
Silver rays cover the forest
Do you lie down alone and rest,
Have you peacefully slept?

You have planted so many flowers
With delicate stalk and brown blue texture
It has bloomed with full colours
It’s beautiful, full of splendour!

When the cool breeze blew and dances
Bringing clean and fresh fragrance
It excites my remembrance
I look upon you with reverence
Your sacrifice and deliverance for Burma
I say, “Sadu, Sadu” for you to hear.


Min Yu Way (19.7.2007)
Translation Dr. Maung Maung Nyo
(30.5.2007)

Speak, Beseech and Preach (Pyaw lite par bi Haw par bi)

Speak, Beseech and Preach
(Pyaw lite par bi Haw par bi)

My dear kid brother, “Brilliant Sun-shine”
Your dear son has grown up in time
He is twenty years old past teenage nine.

I noticed he is still playing with his playmates
Growing together since three years’ age
With dolls of cows and buffalo made
But, runs helter-skelter to you to bade
His whole body uncontrollably shakes
As though possessed by spirits of ancient date
I noticed it; I saw it in vivid image.

It’s time to tell him why?
On the fateful day of 19th July
Rain poured cats and dogs and crows cried
The whole city was like hell as he died.

On that day just passed ten thirty
Our beloved leader, Aung San, died in agony
He was assassinated by a jealous enemy
This news spread far and wide as calamity
It was like thunder bolt or bomb
Paralyzing people in and out of home
Making them indignant, angry and mourn
It’s from the east of village to cemetery tombs.

My dear kid brother Brilliant Sun-shine
You are the new face of time
It’s time to speak to your son to mind
For his own good to be patriotic and sublime.

He should understand Aung San’s character
Aung San’s courage and stamina
His leadership skills and endeavours
All the qualities and attributes of a perfect leader
He had accumulated for Burma.

So, speak to your beautiful young son;
Beseech and preach about Aung San!

Zaw Gyi (19.7.1964)
Translation Dr. Maung Maung Nyo
(30.5.2007)

The Martyr (Zar-ni-phwar)

The Martyr
(Zar-ni-phwar)
There are many people born in Burma
Past and present for myriads of years
But he was special and distinct from others
He was a martyr.

While playing as boys
He gazed away at times
He always contemplated in mind
He was thinking high.

As student he studied like others
He learned so fast and fared better
He had national pride and stamina
He was full of courage and adventure.

At the age of thirty years
When Burmese call it a “limbo saga”
He was brave and determined unlike others
As a good son of Burma
He marched forward for her future.

In fact, his courage can’t be measured
His love for the country massive
It’s incomparable and infinite
He inflicted many enemies in which
He never retreated for justice
He at last meets his death as sacrifice.

Nu Yin (19.7.1964)
Translation Dr Maung Maung Nyo
(29.5.2007)

Bogyoke Aung San (Past and Present)

dear alumni,
i received a small beautiful booklet containing many poems composed
about bigyoke aung san commemorating his death.it is th gift of dr
thaw si htin.i browsed through it and found many familiar poems like
those by thakhin kodaw hmaing, zawgyi, minthuwun, min yu way,budalin
chitlay etc.i here translate a short poem by saya min thu wun.enjoy.

Bogyoke Aung San
(Past and Present)
In the past when he was young
Some persons talked ill of aung san
Some with jealousy, some with angst.

But, he has mental culture
His behaviour is very mature
It shows his excellent nature.

Because they did not know
And they did not see the whole
So, they said and cajoled.

But, Bogyoke is not dead yet!
His soul is fresh and alive
As clean as rain in the morning
And as strong as the sunbeam
He's enlivening us with vim.

Min Thu Wun
(19.7.1964)

Translation by Dr. Maung Maung Nyo
(29.5.2007)

AMIM and Virus

--- In alumnimyanmarinstitutesofmedicine@yahoogroups.com,
"mmnyo" wrote:
dear alumni,
i was unable to use my laptop computer at home due to a virus
attack.so, i was angry and indignant.out of it comes this poem. enjoy.

The AMIM And Virus

Today I open the AMIM webpage
Hoping to read usual messages
Carrying love, invitation and news up-to-date
For members to enjoy, reply and assimilate.

But, Alas! I could not read anything
Someone has deleted the contents within
The webpage was white and clean
Nothing to be seen.

I opened other messages to me
All are the same to be
Contents are blank and empty
It was a virus attack out of jealousy or enmity.

Yes, they have attacked the AMIM
They don't want the truth or reason
To propagate in the Burmese nation
For the AMIM encourages truth in discussion.

But, I would say to the attackers,
"You are wasting your time and endeavor
For we would not waver from serving our alma mater, Burma
Even if it means we have to confront your meanest measures".

Dr Maung Maung Nyo
(27.5.2007)

P.S.: i have my laptop fixed this morning. a burmese friend of mine has left his computer to rust due to a virus attack, i was told. he should have consulted the computer science and engineering
experts.anything can be fixed outside Burma.(mmn, 28.5.2007)

The AMIM's Renaissance

dear alumni,
i have been reading the AMIM website's news and communications since
my admission to it in June last year and i noticed ups and downs of
its activities.i see with happiness the increase in its activities
for the past few weeks and i'm glad and heartened by it.here is a
poem i composed just now.enjoy.

The AMIM's Renaissance

I was afraid for some time
That my beloved AMIM would die
Because many members don't write to comply
They were too afraid and shy.

Now, i begin to see signs of rejuvenation
Many members rise up in communication
Some news, others views and determinations
How to revive AMIM in contribution.

The AMIM is not a personal property
Even though initiated and owned by Saya Johny
Surely, it's the product of many
Who wish to contribute to progress of the country!

Views may differ and opinions divided
But, all should remain united
To preserve AMIM and make it exalted
To inform, entertain and educate doctors thus organised.

Because doctors are respected in Burma
They are looked upon as leaders
To impart health and general education for others
Who now suffer from martial law and military leaders.

Let the AMIM be a beacon of light
To the people fighting for a better life
For democracy, education, health and human rights
All doctors should therefore be on their side.


Dr Maung Maung Nyo
21.5.2007

Re: The AMIM's Renaissance (Poem)

Dear Saya Nyo and Alumni,

Thank you so much for your AMIM Renaissance
Which gives us some thoughts and assurance

Perhaps someday we wish we will all be united
With our countrymen presently scattered and divided

Saya I can certainly assure you with delight
That all of us are undoubtedly on our people's side

People who are tiredlesslycrying out for their basic rights
But now it seems unlikely to achieve without a fierce fight

Beacon light gives you warning when there is an imminent danger
It gives you time to find your way and seek for shelter

But the problem will not be solved and it will still be there
Unless we all develop a determined will to remove it forever

This reminds me of what our Bogyoke once said" Ya-yin ya, ma-ya yin cha"
Despite being peace lovers, this patriotic idea should be put on the agenda

Present situation is apparently critical and way below par
When junta is receiving support from evil countries like China & Russia

Hence our only hope, in my view, lies upon Europe, UK and America
To act as quickly as possible to save our unfortunate people and our beautiful country called Burma.

Peace & Joy to all,
k2 four
21/05/2007

To My AMIM Website

--- In alumnimyanmarinstitutesofmedicine@yahoogroups.com,
"mmnyo" wrote:
Dear alumni,
I remember reading a poem called " From a shepherd to his love" in our high school days. It was a romantic poem and very romntic indeed. I now compose a poem called " to my AMIM website" along that line. Enjoy.

To My AMIM Website!
(From a member to his love)

One day in June 2006
I received an email to solicit
My membership in the new AMIM website
To enlist, actively take part and write.

I readily agreed and heartily take part
Reading, writing and sharing my knowledge fast
To my fellow Burmese and students past
That they become educated and smart.

It's fun to reconnect with friends
It's gratifying to grasp their hands
It's satisfying to lend them their needs
It's an honor to be part of their good deeds.

The AMIM has fulfilled its objectives
That of reconnecting and coordinating their deeds
Sharing new knowledge and professional needs
Even publishing a golden AMIM magazine neat and complete.

The AMIM is the brainchild of Saya Johny
He is successful in recruiting so many
Medical graduates from IM 1 to IM Mandalay
"We're your students or friends", they say.

The AMIM is now over 600 strong
The time of recruiting is almost gone
It should have a formal organization's norms
Lest diverse opinions and divided interests tear it down.

"Is the AMIM an organization?" they say
Some members mention it that way
But, others do not see it to the same scale
It's of course difficult to stay this way.

I noticed many members blogg per day
So many people on so many topics they portray
But, alas! The same bloggers are saying everyday
It's only a handful of them playing.

What happen to the rest of the AMIM members?
Are they content with their work and leisure?
No time to read, write, or share!
Are they just sponges sucking upon others?

The AMIM should do something
To make it alive and dashing
To let the old and new signings
Involve with the current and professional happenings.

The AMIM study other websites and associations
State clearly its goals, objectives, vision and mission
Draw rules and regulations in its constitution
Make it a viable organization or institution.

With malice towards none I make this suggestion
But with Cetana (Charity) I do this contribution.

Dr Maung Maung Nyo
15.5.2007

AMIM = Alumni Myanmar Institutes of Medicine

Mother’s Day 2007

Mother’s Day 2007
(A Family’s Celebration)


Today is the 13th May
We know it’s the Mother’s Day
“We’ll celebrate”, we say
Yupar, Eisabai and I to their “May May”.

First I took her to a teashop for breakfast
With friends just arrived from Burma past
We ate, we talked and we enjoyed much
Their “May May”, Dr Nan Ommar, is smart.

Then, they called today from Australia
“Today is Mother’s Day, you remember?”
Yupar and Eisabair asked their mother
“We’ll send you air tickets to come and enjoy here.”

“We’ll come to the Sydney airport to meet,
To fetch you in our car and speed
To our abode in Kingsford for retreat
We’ll serve you all you need.”

“We’ll take you around Sydney
Then to Brisbane and Queensland Itinerary
You must enjoy and be happy
You deserve it thoroughly”.

You are a great mother
You bore, delivered and nurtured us
You feed, teach and mould us first
So that we become excellent humans first class.

We have now become educated and employed
We can stand on our own and enjoy
It’s time to look after our parents
Who are our benefactors per excellent.

We won’t be what we are
Without your love and Cetana (charity)
Your gratitude is too much to bear
Please accept this invitation as our Puza (Salutation).

As a husband what should I do to Dr Nan Ommar
I have given her breakfast and Spaghetti dinner
Then, I’ll love her for ever hereafter
That’s what I can do to our dutiful mother, beautiful Nan Ommar!


Dr Maung Maung Nyo
13.5.2007, Mother’s Day

Let's Celebrate Mother's Day

Let's Celebrate Mother's Day

Every human being has a mother
She carries us in her womb
At near or full term she delivers
She then nurtures us throughout life span.

Without a mother you cannot grow
Without a father you may not glow
But you still go on in life
Orphans indeed are in miserable plight.

Gautama Buddha has mother Maya
She died in labour delivering Him
Looked after by step-mother Gautami, Maya's sister
Buddha praised both for their love and dedication.

Jesus Christ had a mother called Mary
Holy spirit conceived Him within her
She brought Him up in glory or agony
Later acclaimed as Mother of God, our Father!

Mohammad is the father of many men
He has no father's name at the end
He led a good life and then
Lends a good religion for Mohammadans.

"No man is an island", they say
We all are related by mitochondrial DNA
Derived from a single mother of ancient Africa
So, let's celebrate Mother's Day together!

The Mother's Day is on the 13th of May this year
Let's not forget and take part joyously everywhere!

Dr Maung Maung Nyo
9.5.2007

* Note: Mother's Day in most countries including USA is celebrated on the second Sunday of May every year, but some countries celebrate it in March or June.Burma celebrates it in January corresponding to Pyatho month of the Burmese calendar.

Excellence in Arts (Alinka) (In praise of Dagon Taryar)

Excellence in Arts (Alinka)
(In praise of Dagon Taryar)

"May" is the famous novel of Dagon Taryar
It evokes a sweet smiling lady in the readers
No one can ever forgets her
Once you have read and devour her treasures.

"May" is modern, stylish and new
She is pretty, intelligent and shrewd
She is kind, caring daring and true
She is a real flower where honour is due
Where "The soft silky cool breeze blew".

Artists should not be villains in history
They are stars in the public gallery
Dagon Taryar is the star of stars in literati
He wrote 'Yoke Pon Hlwar", a book of biographies
Of real prominent men in Burmese hierachy
For all to remember till eternity.

Dagon Taryar is a lotus in clean water
He is a leader and preacher for other writers
He publishes the "Taryar" magazine to foster
New poetry, prose, essay and whatsoever
So that a new epoch is set up in Burmese literature
He is indeed a brilliant leader in this endevour.

He had wandered over Irrawaddy, Yang-tse and Volga
He had really travelled far and wide ever
He never grumbles or groans for any hardships
Yet he was thrown into prison by Myanma socialists
He did not give in and lives
He writes the historic novel for all to relish
It's " Our day will come", no one to miss.

Dagon taryar is an all round artiste
He is deft at play acting and music
He plays piano, harp and own lips
It's sweet, melodious and artistic
Evoking pleasure that is nostalgic
As words flow from his pen rhymes so splendic.

He is very imaginative
Whatever he touches is creative
It's art at high spirit
His thinkings are witch butterflies
He paints whatever is in his mind
By words, paints, brushes and dyes
All are pleasing to eye.

He had shown light and darknes
Black and white to redress
He has bequeathed his arts earnestly
To benefit us repeatedly
In print, picture, sound and Ceedees
His fame will reach far and wide till eternity.

He is in his twilight stage
Yet, he does not seem to age
His writings still speak of a sage
His poems young, fresh and vibrant made
He is a master of art usage
To persuade people to strive for a golden age.

Oh, Saya Dagon Taryar
You are a real star
Master of arts and literature
Your creations are bright and brilliant ever
Sharp and shining with ardour
You reside in the hearts of all art lovers
Churning out peace, pleasure and power
We're ever grateful for your creativity and charity (cetana).

In honour of Dagon Taryar's 88th Birthday on 11th May 2007
Yoe Way Htet (2007,in Ma-Hay-Thi magazine, May 2007 issue)

Translation by Dr Maung Maung Nyo (5.5.2007)

Ludu Daw Ahmar's autograph book

In alumnimyanmarinstitutesofmedicine@yahoogroups.com,
"mmnyo" wrote:

Dear alumni,
Saya Zaw Gyi or U Thein Han was a tutor at the Rangoon University when the 2nd students' strike took place in 1936. Ludu Daw Ahmar was a student strike leader.

Saya Zaw Gyi was sympathetic to the students' cause he wrote a short poem for Daw Ahmar as follows:
True and false Thaumaturgist (Zawgyi's Zawgyi)
As a wish fulfilling wizard
I want your wish granted
But, alas! I'm not a true thaumaturgist
I feel guilty and sad, indeed!
Zawgyi (9.3.1936)

Similarly, Saya Minthuwun wrote in Daw Ahmar's autograph as follows:
Ahmar is not a weakling (Ahmar thi ahpyau ma hote)
Ahmar by any means is not a weakling
As white is not black by any mean
So also a straight thing is not a curve ring
"Preserve steely thing" is what I mean
And treasure purity to impure things
Keep staight within your means.
Minthuwun (9.3.1936)

Translation Dr Maung Maung Nyo (7.5.2007)

She is Our Mother

In alumnimyanmarinstitutesofmedicine@yahoogroups.com,
"mmnyo" wrote:

Dear alumni,
"Mother's Day" is not far away.in Burma, many literari regard Ludu Daw Ahmar as their mother. Here is a poem composed by a young poet on the 90th birthday (actually 91st) of Ludu daw Ahmar on 29.11.2005. This is like paying respect to all mothers. Pay respect.

She is Our Mother
(kyun dot ahmay)

She looks down the sky
It means she does not care money a dime
She looks up the earth's mine
It means she cares the poor and down-trodden.

Waves after waves of ocean water
Making noises like thunder
I heard her name being called there
"Mother, Mother" they uttered.

In the deep dark forest
Teak leaves make noices
I heard her again called in ernest
"Mother, Mother", still yet.

When confined in a narrow room
Nothing can be heard or tuned
I cried aloud in boom
"Mother, Mother", in boon.
Mother is loved by all
All loved her and fall
"Mother" is the common call
She is my mother and mother of all.

Zaw Win Ko (29.11.2005)
Translation by Dr. Maung Maung Nyo