The Proverbs of Nature

The Proverbs of Nature

Collected by Salai Eagle

Write your hurts in the sand,

But curve your benefits in the stone(Anonymous)

Let your anger disappear when the sunset,

But let not your love never cease

The honey is bitter when you over eat,

But the honey gets sweeter when you taste it

A good husband is deaf

And a good wife is blind (said Michel de Montaigne)

But a blind lady broke a man's heart

Where love goes, wealth and success follow

But love without jealousy is counterfeit

The Desperate Life

Desperate Life: the cry of a refugee

by Salai Eagle

I sit under a tree,

stretch my arms and look at the sky.

I see twinkle little stars

A poem echoes in my ear

A poem in my child hood life

I long to see blue sky

I am eager to hear sweet

songs of birds

Why life is dark?

Why the path is full of thorns

Where is mercy and justice?

Days past in a small room

With worries, sadness and cries

A human being yet, a hidden one

A human being yet, a desperate one

Sometimes I prefer to die

But life is not my own

My mom told me..

"Baby you're gonna be a doctor,

you're gonna save others

you gonna help the needy"

But Mom…look at me now

Do you see me…mom..

I am the one who need those

I am the one who need help

Sorry, mom look at my tears and

hear my screaming…

I had never though about it

leaving my place, my dreams and beloved,

I become alien in the other land,

My ability and strength get deem

Having refuged in a wrong place

Where is bright morning

When will the sunshine araise..

and the birds sing...

(Note: Please don't cry when you read this poem, the poet had dropped lots of tear drops while composing it. Please start praying for the desperate refugees in the world)

Friends and Enemies

Friends and Enemies

by Salai Z T Lian

There will be enemies:

Those who force my loved ones to go the wrong way,

Those who treat my loved ones carelessly,

Those who cause my loved ones to cry with anger

Those who insult my loved ones' dignity, and

Those who destroy my loved ones' dreams.

There will be friends:

Those who take care of my loved ones kindly,

Those who help my loved ones in sad and unhappy times,

Those who make my loved ones smile after crying

Those who uplift my loved ones' dignity, and

Those who encourage my loved ones to dream sweetly.

There will be my loved ones:

Those who live selflessly,

Those who sacrifice life for right and justice,

Those who sympathize with the poor and disabled,

Those ready to help the troubled, and

Those who create an environment for people to dream sweetly.

When You Depart

When you depart

by Salai Eagle

A Van..
Your Chin black beg, on your shoulder,
The Chin songs that you used to sing,
Make us lonesome, when you leave us.
Make us sorrow, when you depart.

Your friends wait you from a tea house
At the junction name as Hledan.
Your foot steps are still by the Lake,
Foot prints remain on Inlya street.

Your favorite poems and that you wrote,
Chankarlak dance that you used to dance,
In our memory like a story,
Make us sorrow when you leave us.

'Nationalism' you used to share,
Democracy that you like the best,
The news Khitpyaing you used to read,
And your favorite FAcup match,
Make us lonesome, when you leave us.

[Note: This poem is dedicated to a Chin Exiled Student Salai Van Dawt Thang ( B.Sc Geology ) From Western University of Yangon who passed away on 24 Oct 2008 in KL, Malaysia]

Air of Unreality

Air of unreality

Salai ZTLian

Storm air shakes old trees
Including the seeds of those trees
Its not just dream, but in present atmosphere
Including political and religious World
Storm air destroys all of natural entity
By its own ego

Nature's lover feels bitter
Living in unnatural atmosphere
Going, going towards natural entity
With murmuring the storm air
But the storm air is everywhere



Unpretending flower there
Seems to welcome with its nature
But the storm air touched it
Natural lover punches his head
Thinking of present atmosphere
Is there still real in present atmosphere?
Are all digging their own holes only?



(Note; Thank Salai C Alexander for edit this poem)

Dawtnak Hrifek

Dawtnak hrifek

By Mang Hlei Cung

 

Caanttha voikhat, ka hmuh ka dawt

Amit ttial le, abiang ki sen

Asam thlairem, atung tai cu

Kei mitthlam in, ai tthial hrim lo….

 

Caanttha ka hngak, dawtnak bia phai

Mitthlam ka chuanh, dawthniang nang cu

Lungthli ka tuum, lentti dingin

Dawthniang nang he, ruundai tangah…

 

A tlum raal lo, a ziam kho lo

Leicung dongh tiang, kei dawtnak sung

Tahchun khawh lo, dawtnak meiziik

Kei thinlung ah, hmunhma khuar ai….

 

Cawtuum pahnih, Cawleeng pakhat

Thinlung pahnih, ruahnak pakhat

Takpuum pahinh, dawtnak tleengkhat

Zungzal ttem seh, dawtnak hrifek…

The Knight for the Oppressed

The Knight for the Oppressed

by Salai Eagle

Here is a verse from a right- man

that praises the man

who shoke the history.

He has a rifle and a syringe

His left hand had a cigarette

Revolution was his life

He cured diseases of the nations

A nationalist and a Marxist

He left the world on 67 October 9

The body turned to the ashes

Yet his great name will never die

He is the knight for the oppressed.........

(For the remembrance of a nationalist and revolutionist Mr. Che Guevara)

Oh! Little Squirrel (Burmese)

A Hip Hop from a closed door

A Hip Hop from a closed door

What about the tears of millions of people
and many many are cheated their human rights.
Many are killed
and many are discriminated.
Many are raped...Oh...Shit!
Many are forced to labor..........
Where is their rights that they have.........
Mouths are shut....doors are closed...........
The rivers gonna dry.....the fishes gonna die..........
Hey.......what are u thinking.......
The children gonna cry......
But your power never die..........
Shame it! dam it!!........

(This Hip-hop was composed by Salai Eagle on May 3, 2007)

The Reality of Saffron Revolution

The Reality of Saffron Revolution
by Salai Eagle

It was,
The cry of millions, and
Unforgettable episode of the History.
Is it the instigation of victory?
Not a dream, but a reality.
Seeing is believing,
The march of monks and the mass,
Reality of the rights is revealed under the Lord of death.
Offering and risking the precious lives.
Today is always the best day.
Burma is the Golden land not the battle field.
That is the end of a furtive.
Will blood drops, tear and sweat be vain?
Covering the truth shall destroy men
Junta’s snaky dances,
Brutal chances, and rural dances are not the same.
Deed shall be judged but not belief.


May this poem be dedicated to the martyrs who graciously sacrificed their own life during Saffron Revolution. (Salai Eagle)

The Saffrom March (Z. T Lian)

The Saffron March
(Revolution on the Streets of Yangon)
By SalaiZTLian


For the thirsty Saffron Revolutionists of peace,
Sleep is uneasy
On the Streets of Yangon


On the 18th of September, they start to
March for peace, freedom and democracy
On the Streets of Yangon


The Saffron Revolutionists march meekly to bring Democracy
In the rain, but brutal monsters threaten them
On the Streets of Yangon.

The monsters threaten to kill the innocent
But the Saffron Revolutionists gracefully pray
For peace, freedom and democracy
On the flooding Streets of Yangon


On the 22nd of September, the Icon of the Burmese appears from her house
With tears to give respect
To those who march for Peace, freedom and democracy
On the University Avenue Road


Old men and women shed thankful tears
Men also breathe deeply
The children clap their hands with hope and happiness
When they see the marching.

But the monsters begin arresting and killing the people
While the Revolutionists march without fear
On the Streets of Yangon.

The Devils are everywhere; their number is 77 and 66.
Thugs back them up
To kill the Saffron Revolutionists.

Sounds of guns and explosions deafen the Streets.
But the Revolutionists continue their march
This is 27th of September. Many Saffron Revolutionists are killed.

The sound of Saffron Revolutionists’ praying
Spreads all over the Streets of Yangon.
The Devils of 77 and 66 shoot to kill.
This is 28th of September.


The Saffron Revolutionists stop marching
On 29th of September, because many have died,
And many are still in the Devil’s hell
But their blood and spirit remains unstoppable
On the Streets of Yangon.


By marching to bring Peace, freedom and democracy
On the Streets of Yangon,
The Revolutionists have earned the hearts of the Burmese,
But the Devils have earned their hatred.

This is the Saffron Revolution;
And this is the Revolution of the Streets of Yangon!!!




(I would like to thank Uma for helping me to edit this poem)

Caw Hnuk le Ma Ma (hidden meaning)

Caw hnuk le Ma Ma
Ka dawt
Ca ka rel zawn ah,
Tial ding ka timh zawn ah,
Mi nute pakhat,
A, B, C tiah a au,
Let khat let hnih tiah a au,
Kho, cho, tiah laica a rel,
Mi dang zong nih an zoh,
Nan inn tual ah a si
Um har pheng cu a si nainn,
Lo thlawh le, baa rawh lawng
a thiam rih ko rua,
caw hnuk le mama kheih chawm..
a hau rih ko hih....

by Salai Muru Kaitial

Acung lei biazai hi a ho ka ti duh hnawh chan mi a um lo. Holh thuk (hidden words) biazai ah a um ning cang te Biaza tlan tu hna nih teh ve ding ah phuahcawp biazai pakhat a si. A sullam a kal ning le (hidden) word a sullam zawng aa naih pah ko. Ttha tetein, vui (10) na rel hnu ah cun a sullam na theih lai dah ka ti... he he :) :D

February 14 (Saw Wai Biazai)

Kawlram a hnin kho mi biazai. Hi biazai ruang ah catial tu cu thongthlak nak a tuar. Biazai Hero a si.

Saw Way nih mitleh thiam bang in Kawl ralbawi thalo pawl a sawinak hna biazai a si. Catlang hram thawk paoh i biafang te te khi khawmh dih ah cun, mah biazai i aduhnak cu faing pup in alang.

"Arnar yu gyi, Than Shwe" tiah a lang lai. Uknak aa hruhpi cang mi Than Shwe.... ti a si ko...

Vainam kap hnih tluk a har........ :D Velentine day biazai te a ttial ko nain, khatlei ah mipi thinlung chung ah aum mi kan tuarnak kha a langher, uknak tthalo dohnak lungthin a chuah pi ter........... A cawlcang kho lo mi "sui thlet cangmi,,kan zapei hna cu beng uh sih law ni hna uh sih... :-) :) :D:D:D 

Duhnak phawrh Rit

“Duhnak phawrh Rit”

Kan ton hlan cu, semmawng lung bang,
Zei um lo maw, Nunu ngaihnak.
Ton cang hnu cun, lungkil chungah,
Thutpi thiam lo, hngilhpi thiam lo,
Na muithlam lawng, ka mitthlam ah,
Zel chialmal hi, na thei hin lo.

Uar mi ngei in, dawt ve hlan cu,
A har ko maw, phur rit phawrh bang.
Duh hlah ning law, ka ti zawnah,
Sithiam tung lo, a zual chin tung.
Zei si kun hnga, duhnak sullam?
Ka ruah khawh mi, ka dawt tuk lai.

Duhmi ngeih cu, rethei ngai maw,
Zawt si tung lo, zan hngilh khawh lo,
Zan a tlai chin, mitkuh fim chin.
Ruatmi nunu, theihter zawnah,
Na lih ka ta, kan zum hrim lo,
Ti cang hnu cun, bia dong ko mu.

Chung lei thil cu, hmuh khawh si lo,
Phuang thiam si lo, theih khawh si lo.
Minung bia nih, a tlinh tung lo,
Duhnak sullam, dawtnak bia hi.
Nute caah, i zumh fawi in,
I palh fawi maw, dawtu tak tak.

I palh hin hlah, kei dawtnak hi,
Lenglei thil cu, a rawk kho na'n,
Chunglei dawtnak, hmun camcin lai.
Na ingpuan caan, na thinhun caan,
Thei thiam lai maw, daw taktu cun.
Dawtnak nih cun, tuar khawh lo mi,
In khawh lo mi, a ngeih tung lo.

Written By Smowan

Zarhpi Zing(Salai Zing Mang)

Zarhpi Zing

by Salai Zing Mang

Gtalk ka hun on ah na min zawn a "hring" lo;

nan innka aa hrenh fawn ttung.

Pher bang zual in kaan ah kan duhnak hi ka thlai lai, tu zing cu.

(Na ni men lai.)

"Sunghnak" timi hi zaangfahhruai lawng a si camcin lo;

iang a ngei sunghnak zong a um lai.

Pher bang zual in kaan ah kan duhnak hi ka thlai lai,

tu zing cu.(Na thei maw!)

[2007 May 13, 11:29 AM]

Zahan Cu

Zahan cu

Zahan cu

Thlapa a vang lo

Arfi zong an tlawm ngai

Thlizil zong a hrang lem lo

Fiakfai aw zong ka thei kho lem lo

Nain, ka li a leng...

Zahan cu

Zalam kam ah ka to

Ka zun ngaihnak hna hi

Ttingtang hri bantukin ka hrual hna,

Cun ka bunh hna

Ka vun tum tik ah cun,

Ka lungchung zunngeihnak hi

Ruah bang a sur.....

Salai Zun Hniang

O Land of Beauty(Chinland) by Van Biak Thang

O Land of Beauty (Chinland)
Van Biak Thang

Chinland Guardian 01 November 2007

O Land of beauty,

nature as her artist,

Fortified by deep valleys and steep mountains,

Embroidered by rosebays and orchids in the mist,

What on earth dare compare her charm and appearance!

O Land of nation,

hornbill as her emblem,

Men in unity and women in purity,

Uplifted by singing her national anthem

What on earth dare challenge her arms and loyalty!

O Land of amity,

friendship as her mores,

too Where men of accents share the same brotherhood,

Honoured by drinking her long-fermented zupu*

What on earth dare divide her love and attitude!

O Land of virtue, morals as her title,

Purified by equality and

justice Affluent in mentality and mettle

What on earth dare beguile her faith and prudence!

Kan Hlam Khun Ka Tta

Kan Hlam Khun Ka Tta

Thilzil a hrang kik zir zer te in
Kan len tawn nak lam hna an thing
Min mei zaam hna tlang hrawn te ah
Kan hlam khun ee ka tta te aw.

Len rual hawi hna lak ah na bau
Na far ka lung kuai nak a zual chin
Zan mang hmanh ah philh ni um lo
Kan hlam khun ee ka tta te aw.

Nau no bang in ka pom law na tang cung ah
Dawt nak phai than um kho hnga maw
Ti le nga bang leng ti ding in
Kan hlam khun ee ka tta te aw.

Ka tta na ka ruat ve tawn maw
Philh ni na um lo caan sau hmanh seh kei ka caah
A lang lo tlang hra dan in
Kan hlam khun ee ka tta te aw.

by Na far dawt (Norway Chin Lady)

Chinland

Tuar A har ee

Tuar a har ee

Ka tta nang lo tuar a har ee
Nang ngeih ah tuar a har ee
Nang kal ni tuar a har ee

Na aw thlum kei caah tuar a har ee
Tawn tthan can hngak in tuar a har ee
Pilh ni na um lo kei caah tuar a har ee

Cim lo dawt nak tuar a har ee
Kan caan tawi tuk tuar a har ee
Ngah hlang nak he tuar a har ee.

By Cherrydawhte

Na Duh In Tlong (Silina Sui)

"NA DUH IN TLONG"
Silina Sui

Len nak vaw lei
Duh tlon nak hmun
Na duh in tlong
Na chir lai lo
Na tuah ning in
Bia ceih nak hmun
Na phak tik ah
Van sang au in
Um lo ding in
Na duh in tlong.

(phung chimtu 11:9 )

(01)Tarpa le Siangpahrang

Tarpa Pakhat le Siangpahrang 

by

Peter Biak

Tawhrolh tawkatte 

Angki a pawl mite

Ka khebe a hmul

Ka sam  a par

ka dertuk i ka ruh a lang..

Cerlian chuah caan 

zing dai ah cun

Ka zal chia ka bei

Kedenh ka ngei lo

Lam kam ah ka to ko

Tlawmpal ah cun

Zanmang ko  a lo

Sui cawleng pi a ra

Siangpahrang pakhat

A sal hna he, ralkap hna he

Ka pawng ah cun an dir

A tleu in tleu kaw

Ka zoh kho lo

"Tar pa...ka zoh" a ti

A kut cu a vun samh ko

"Na ngeih mi vun ka pe" a ti

Maw Khuazing!!..

Siangpahrang bawi nih

Kei bang tarchia thil hal ngai cu

Ka lu ka kheuh

Kazal chia cu ka dah i

A tawne ah facang mu pakhat ka hmuh

Heh tiah ka pek..

Lawm ngai in facang mu cu aalak i

An ttin...

Cerlian zawng a liam

Zuva hna zawng an ttian

Kei zawng ka ba cang

Tlun kai thawh

Ka zal cu ka vun dah

Ni hin cu zei hmanh ka hmu lo

Ka lung a dong

Ka thlam ka vun phanh cun

Ka zal cu ka vun dah..

Ee..law..zei hme..

Ka vun thlir i ka zoh

Sui facang mu pakhat ka hmuh

Aize law..ka thin hi

Ziah hme ka ngeih mi paoh ka rak pek hnga lo

Ka ti..ka khup ka bil i 

ka chirtuk hring hran

(Tagor Biazai a remnak in ka vun ttial tthan)

(02) The Haunted Night

A tanglei biazai hi Mirang ca in a si ko nain, a huammi poh nih rak rel ding ah kan forum ah ka van thlah. 2007 Kawlram Donhthlennak kan rak tuahmi ( Saffron Revolution ) ah a thisen chuakin nunnak a pe mi hna le thong ah nihin ni tiang hrenhchih a simi kan hawi le miraltha an dihlak philhlonak caah ka rak tialmi a si. 

 

The Haunted Night

Dark is terrifyingly deep

As evil power's deep

Even dogs don't scream

Under the moon's beam

Withholding every whisper

 

Gunners ruthlessly rule

Where there is no rule

Yet generals have no brains

They just maintain reins

From Naypidaw bunker

Everybody lives in fear

Old men shed in tears

Than Shwe doesn't care

Just shooting who dares

Inside chaos Burma

 

By John C. Cung Nung

 

 

 

PS: This tragic poem is dearly dedicated to the deceased heroes who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives for the sake of democracy and freedom during the last September Saffron Revolution in Burma. Let's continue keeping our faith for democracy till freedom and justice prevail in Burma.