If God is unwilling, even a leaf doesn't move right mom?

If God is unwilling, even a leaf doesn't move right mom?

Mother, mother
I whispered slowly and softly
Tears dripping down my cheeks.

I can feel winter approaching
Among the sun rays that 
Pass through the freshest and greenest of leaves
Summertime is fading away slowly and quietly.

 Gone are the days of the midnight sun.

The night can finally get it's life back
Firmly and surely.

 In their four seasons,
Only I can't get a hold of my life.
I am still fighting with death, mother.

Gone are the days of fasting
And went to the side of God to pray today.
For my father who has passed.
For the mother who is left behind.
For the family members that are apart.
For my beloved land of Burma.
For the mother earth.
I prayed for all while tears rolled down my cheeks.

 O mother.
"Please come back son."...
That's the voice of you calling out again and again.
I am not sure if I will ever have a chance to feel regret by

your feet again.
I know my illness the best, mother.

For the forty years I've lived,
I loved my father
I loved my mother
I loved my two brothers
I loved my nieces
I loved my dear little dove
I loved my daughter and son
I loved my relatives
I loved people of different beliefs
I loved my friends and acquaintances
I loved the poems out of love for the truth...

O mother, I did not do my part for all except these loves.
I was not able to...

As I lived alone,

I had more time to think 
why people on this earth commit suicide.
I started to understand them slowly bit by bit,mother.

 Even though mother 
I want to hug you once more before I die, 
I want to live with my  little dove, daughter and son once again.
I want to write the poems that I love once again.
All these wishes and thoughts makes me wanna defy death himself,mother.

Poem by  Ye Yint Thet Zwe      
Translate by Ye Yint Tin Aung Moe

 

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