Years ago
where rice is planted
near the Irrawaddy River
King Alaungpaya
named a village, Yangon
safe place
foreigners would say
Rangoon
Many different peoples can live together
in unity
for reassurance
Look to Mount Popa;
where the spirits
numbering thirty-seven
call home
good deeds and good toughts
are like precious gems
fear is forever banished
the name
safe place
Yangon
cries out each new day
to be remembered
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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