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.