The Quiet Life

HAPPY the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixt, sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

Alexander Pope

I have Got My Leave

I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.

Here I give back the keys of my door --
and I give up all claims to my house.
I only ask for last kind words from you.

We were neighbours for long, but I received more than I could give.
Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out.
A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

Rabindranath Tagore

ကၽြႏ္ုပ္သြားခြင့္ရၿပီ
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ကၽြႏ္ုပ္သြားခြင့္ရၿပီ
ႏုတ္ဆက္ၾကစို႕ ညီအစ္ကိုတို႕
သင္တို႕အားလံုးကို ဦးညြတ္လ်က္ ကၽြႏ္ုပ္ထြက္ခြာပါအ့ံ

ဒီမွာအိမ္ေသာ့ ထားရစ္ခဲ့ၿပီ
အိမ္ႏွင့္သက္ဆိုင္သမွ်လည္း စြန္႕လႊတ္ခဲ့ၿပီ
သင္တို႕ထံမွ အၾကင္နာစကားလံုးမ်ားကိုသာ
ေနာက္ဆံုးအေနႏွင့္ ၾကားသြားရလိုပါ၏

ကၽြႏ္ုပ္တို႕သည္ ကာလၾကာျမင့္စြာ အိမ္နီးခ်င္းမ်ား ျဖစ္ခဲ့ၾကသည္
သင္တို႕ေပးႏိုင္တာထက္ ပိုယူခဲ့မိပါ၏
အခုေတာ့ ေနအရုဏ္လည္းတက္လာၿပီ
ဆင့္ေခၚစာလည္းေရာက္ေနႏွင့္၏
ကၽြႏု္ပ္လည္း ခရီးထြက္ရန္ အဆင္သင့္

(တဂိုး)
 

Rainbow

My heart leaps up when I behold 

 
A rainbow in the sky: 

 
So was it when my life began, 

 
So is it now I am a man, 

 
So be it when I shall grow old 

 
Or let me die! 

 
The child is father of the man: 

 
And I could wish my days to be 

 
Bound each to each by natural piety.

William Wordsworth

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies

The Brook

I come from haunts of coot and hern,

I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth