Shwe Eim Si
A name of three words I often recite,
that comes from my heart to tongue;
And with the ink made of tears I write,
come and listen to my soul's song.
Times fly by recalling this sweet name,
and rains of happiness drizzle on me;
Seasons change; but I remain the same,
revising this name — Shwe Eim Si.
With this name, my lovely days begin;
and nights are sweet with dreams;
The air of this name I often breathe in,
quite sitting under the moonbeams.
Thus, I never feel lonely being alone;
reciting the name that I can't disown.
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