Dagon Taya (7)

This post covers page seven of Dagon Taya's short story "A fragrant hazy night" (မွှေးမြရီဝေသောညတစ်ည).  The translation begins from the first sentence at the top of the page and continues to the last full sentence at the bottom of the page.

 Vocabulary:

ဟဒယ ။ mind, heart
လှည့်လည် ။ to circle, travel around, wander
ခုတ်မောင်း ။ to drive, run, operate
ဖျတ်ခနဲ ။ suddenly, unexpectedly
ဆုပ်ကိုင် ။ to grasp
ခြစ် ။ to scrape, shred, strike
ရွရွ ။ lightly, daintly
ဆွ ။ loosen, turn up, incite, agitate, stir up
သီကုံး ။ versify, to string (beads), to put in a serial order
ယိုင် ။ incline, lean, sway totter,
နွမ်းရိ ။ to be tired out, worn out
ရော် ။ wither; become overripe; age
ပြန့် ။ to spread out
ကြဲ ။ to scatter
ဖားလျား ။ in a loose, unkempt fall
ပေါက်ပေါက် ။ popcorn
ဖွာ ။ puff
လွင့် ။ to be blown away, flutter, float
တံလှပ် ။ mirage
တဖျက်ဖျက် ။ sparkling
ဝင်း ။ bright
လက် ။ flash, glitter
ရွှန်း ။ bright, shinning, brilliant
ဆီးကြို ။ to meet or welcome someone
ပွေ့ဖက် ။ to hug, embrace
ကွေ့ ။ to turn, veer
ထွန်းညှိ ။ to light (a lamp)
ဆိုင်း ။ Myanmar orchestra
ဗုံ ။ type of drum
ဟိန်း ။ to reverberate
ဟိန်း ။ to jostle, push
မဏ္ဍပ် ။ pavilion
ကျိန်း ။ dazzle
စုန်း ။ bright, glowing
လက်ကျူး ။ sparkling
ပြိုးပြက် ။ bright
စီး ။ flow
ငြမ့်ညောင်း ။ melodious
ဝင့်ကြွား ။ to boast, brag
တဖိတ်ဖိတ် ။ to glow
ခြုံထည် ။ scarf, shawl
ရုံ ။ to wear, put on

Translation:

In the house of the heart, minds gone like dogs begin to be driven around in circles. While grasping the pen my hand suddenly scraped the piece of paper. While writing a long “wa” I stopped. While taking the bottle once more I again tipped it up.

Lightly, the words jumping and agitated came out. However, when they landed on the paper, without being able to be put in order, they were inclined to tumble down. On my piece of paper the withered bamboo leaves that had become worn out and died had all scattered about.

I looked back at the window.

The aura of the moon was a shadowy iridescence.

While his hair was hanging loose and unkempt, silver strips of clouds, emerald strips of clouds followed from behind him. Stars like scattered popcorn were fluttering away in puffs. I looked at the papers. Like a mirage the papers were bright and glittering.

While again picking up a shirt I went outside. While the brilliant green night was welcoming, it embraced me.

(2)

I turned towards the peninsula. It was crowded at the Inya festival.

With many coloured lights lit upon the trees, if you looked from far [it looked like] jewelry fruits. The sound of the orchestra and the drums reverberated through the whole forest. I jostled and went from amongst people. From the pavilions where merchants were advertising their wares, the colours of the stream of lights were bright enough to dazzle the eyes. They were sparkling like bright lights. On the pavilion of cigarette advertisements, with the sound of signing, famous signers were melodious and very pleasant. Young women signers wearing glowingly bright shawls were boasting their beauty.