I liked a poem by Maung Sein Win so much that I have attempted to translate it . Should the reader find any fault, it is mine; not Maung Sein Win's.
Adore its fragrance should it blossom
Pick it up should it wither
Treasure it should it be parched.
Mesmerized by this one flower
In this life, will love only her
Should she be blossoming
Or should she be withered.
