(Translation of San Kyaw Zwar Win’s poem “Pyan-ma-lar-nel-Ngarh-kaung”.)
Too many ruthless men want to be king in this
fucking country but also too many lawless characters in this fucking country,
Too many overhead power cables in this fucking
country but too many blackouts in this fucking country,
Just too little electricity in this fucking country
but the power bills are too much in this fucking country,
I was nearly killed too many times in this dangerous country, and thus I want to tell you this, Don’t come back my boy,
You could be occasionally homesick remembering
Shwedagon, Bagan, Innlay, Monywar, and Harlawar snacks back here, but don’t come
back my boy,
Too many unclaimed corpses on the streets and too many unsolved crimes and too many orphaned children,