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205 THE QUEEN OF ALL VIRTUES As a mother, you have care For you children's welfare, Giving good nurture; A noble mother you are. As a Queen, you are always keen On your subjects' wellbeing,· Appeasing their plights outright; You fill them and thrill them with delight. Accompanying His Majesty You encourage the needy and eradicate poverty; For a safe earth you strive; As a pillar of Thai society known far and wide. As always radiant and regal You are now mellowed to the fifth circle; A Queen of music for eternity Grace us with more melodies for democracy. Shine on you, the Majesty, the Queen of Land of Smiles Joining thousands of your humble people, Allow me to pay tribute To all your virtues of eternal truth. Myo Han, The Republic of Myanmar ABAC School of Humanities Assumption University

206 EL CORAZON DEL LOTO Como flores de loto sobre el estanque dorado, los afios de mi reina. Como flores de loto, bajo la luna de agosto. Como en el corazon del loto viven los suenos, la vida de su pueblo en el corazon de mi reina. El corazon del loto, bajo la luna de agosto. Como vive el loto sobre el estanque sagrado, la vida de su reina en el corazon de mi pueblo. El loto que nace bajo la luna de agosto. Nantawan S., The Kingdom of Thailand ABAC School of Management Assumption University

207 OUR SPIRITUAL MOTHER You are anchored to our hearts - Your philanthropy emerges as a radiant ray of hope. The grandeur of your sovereignty is unrivalled - Merciful Mother may you be blessed with a long life! Your exemplary life typifies the tenets of Buddhism. Your concern for values culminates in an order of devotion - a theme eulogized by monks and men You are an embodiment of spiritual grace. You are an altruist at heart Your acts of compassion - countless as the stars that spangle the firmament. Mothers look upon you as a deity of home and hearth - Your crusade for nature is awe - inspiring - Your environmental concerns synthesize with the mystique of your benevolence. You are a Mother of phenomenal stature ! You are a Mother of phenomenal grace ! You are a Mother of phenomenal benevolence ! May you be blessed with a long life ! Sivakumar Sivasubrtmlllniam The Republic of India ABAC English Language Center Assumption University

208 ·.. POTRETIBU Akhir Desember .. membangkitkan aku dari tidur yang panjang Ibu Persada... telah kau lahirkan anak bangsa di rahimmu pemah ada pejuang Pahlawan tanpa tanda jasa bocah-bocah mungil yang tak tahu terjalnya dunia Ibu... Senandung ombak, tak pemah bisa mengalunkan lagu merdu untukmu di sana, ada desir-desir angin yang berbatas mega kerikil-kerikil tajam yang tak tahu asalnya Ibu... kasihmu bagai rantai air laut tanganmu tak pemah berhenti jiwamu bening... semangatmu bagai batu pualam hatimu pancarkan gemerlap berlian Dharma Wanita Dharma Perempuan \"Selamat Harl Ibu\" untaian kata yang belum berarti apa-apa jasamu abadi, yang tak bisa diukir dengan makna dengan pahat atau dipatri dengan besi tua ketika mentari pagi lenyap... kau lebih dahulu tersenyum tanpa kepalsuan mengukir indahrlya keagungan... I.ayalina Sunkar, The Republic of Indonesia ABAC School of Arts Assumption University

209 PORTRAIT OF A MOTHER The end of a long year... had awakened me after a long sleep Mother... you planted the seeds of young generations you watered the fighters Heroes without honour little children who do not know the meaning of the world Mother... the musical wave, can never play you the song of beauty far away, the winds move slowly the mountains stand up sharp stones, mysterious as they came Mother... your love is chained as the sea melodies your hands hold strong beliefs your steps never stop your soul is clear as a mountain spring... your spirit is tough as a marble your heart glows like a diamond Mother... \"Happy Mother's Day\" your devotions are forever, which cannot be engraved with meanings, carved or even welt with old iron as the morning shines disappears... your sincere smile brightens the day carving the beauty of love... Layalina Sunkar, The Republic of Indonesia ABAC School of Arts Assumption University

210 ·.. SOYEZPOLIS I Couronne d 'etincelles Un marchand de pierres ~ briquet Eleve la voix le soir Dans les couloirs de la station Javel aEt ses grands ecarts de langage Deplaisent la plupart des gens aMais la bn1lure de son regard Les rappelle de bons sentiments Soyez polis Crie I' homme Soyez polis avec les aliments Soyez polis Avec les elements avec les elephants Soyez polis avec les femmes Et avec les enfants Soyez polis Avec les gars du batiment Soyez polis Avec le monde vivant. 11 faut aussi etre tres poli avec la terre Et avec le soleil 11 faut les remercier le matin en se reveillant 11 faut les remercier Pour la chaleur Pour les arbres Pour les fruits aPour tout ce qui est bon'a. manger Pour tout ce qui est beau regarder A toucher 11 faut les remercier ~l ne faut pas les embeter... les critiquer 11s savent ce qu'ils ont ~ faire Le soleil et la terre Alors il faut les laisser faire Ou bien ils sont capables de se facher Et puis apr~s On est change Encourge En melon d'eau

211 aOu en pierre briquet Et on est bien avance... Le soleil est amoureux de la terre la terre est amoureuse du soleil <;a les regarde C'est leur affaire Et quand il y a des eclipses 11 n'est pas prudent ni discret de les regarder Au travers de sales petits morceaux de verre fume 11s se disputent C'est des histoires personnelles Mieux vaut ne pas s'en meler Paree que Si on s'en mele on risque d'etre change aEn pomme de terre gelee Ou en fer friser . Le soleil aime la terre La terre aime le soleil C'est comme c;a Le reste ne nous regarde pas La terre aime le soleil Et elle tourne Pour se faire admirer Et le soleil la trouve belle Et il brille sur elle Et quand il est fatigue 11 va se coucher Et la lune se leve La lune c'est l'ancienne amoureuse du soleil Mais elle a ete jalouse Et elle a ete punie Elle est devenue toute froide Et elle sort seulement la nuit 11 faut aussi etre ~s poli avec la lune Ou sans c;a elle peut vous rendre un peu fou Et elle peut aussi Si elle veut Vous changer en bonhomme de neige .E.n reverbere ·Ou en bougie En somme pour resumer . Deux points ouvrez les guillemets :

212 ·.. << II faut que tout le monde soit poli avec le monde ou alors il y a des guerres... des epidemies- des tremblements de terre des paquets de mer des coups de fusil... .. Et de grosses mechantes fourmies rouges qui viennent vous devorer les pieds pendant qu'on dort la nuit.>> Read by Sandra Sue ABAC School of Arts Assumption University

213 TO MY OWN MOTHER THE FIRST PHASE Everytime I cried as a child, (and how many times indeed !) I didn't know who you were; neither did I know many another too. But this I remember vaguely, Mama, --- So many hustling feet did cringe; so many outstretched hands extend. There always followed a chorus of deafening melodies, tearing the roof and rocking my cradle But lo, I seem to have gone on crying, reddening and bleaching till I turn'd mute, and motionless and moribund And there appeared a pair of hands, with a feathery touch, as though emerging from beyond, only to lift, softly and gently a sweat-chilled body, planting myriad kisses all over. What heavenly transformation ! What boundless joy ! Where was this angel hiding all along? Had I but known how to use words I heard, I.would, for sooth, have declared thus : 'Mama, d' you hear me, I now have come to where I always belonged.'

214 THE LAST PHASE Every time I failed in life .. (and how many times indeed !) Mama, you sure were near me, in flesh and blood, but I hid from you, imagining a thousand fears you might want to disown me. Having strayed from the righteous path, I now walked barefoot on earth, moving from place to place like a mendicant, and seeking new refuge every mom. I touched all people's feet -- people I never knew, people I thought I knew, but not really, and people I knew I shouldn't have known - and clasped their withdrawn hands, begging frivolous favours. The voices, which sang yesterday's lullaby, had become still. But I heard the distant thunder of deep disdain, amalgamating every voluble, hateful animadversion, now piercing my swollen ear-drums, now scorching my starved body and instantly eating my indolent brains. I ran for shelter in the incessant rain of hatred around me. When as a prodigal son, I retum'd with a load of unlived life on my back, there were those cataracted eyes, kept in that state by a sanctimonious neglect -- which, nevertheless, shone like the sun at summer solstice, which whispered a kindly 'Son, come home!' 'Mama, d' you hear me, I know now, IT WAS YOU, WHO ALWAYS BELONGED TO ME.' Sundarajan Parthasarthy, The Republic of India ABAC School of Risk Management and Insurance Assumption University

215 TO THE BEAUTIFUL H.M. QUEEN SIRIKIT A vision of a beautiful break of dawn. I could see an incan- descent light glowing from one corner. I move towards the warmth of light - mesmerised by it. And there I see the source of light and realise it is the halo effect of Queen Sirikit. I wake up suddenly, my vision of dream shattered. I sit down & wonder how a face could look so real & beautiful: Every fragment of my dream completely embedded in my mind, I now compare the Queen in my dreams & in reality. The classic face that is perhaps the masterpiece of nature. As if to gild the lily her beauty is crowned by the many virtues of hers. She is incomparable. There is no one who deserves to be compared with her - her face like a fullmoon emanating its soft radiance all over the earth. Itis not only her angelic fa~e that holds us spellbound. Her generous heart gives us equally concrete grounds on which to respect her even as an individual. Those soft hands have alleviated so many grievances, lightened so many hearts & uplifted so many spirits. The feet that glide on the velvety carpets also tread effortlessly on the improvised roads & bridges to relieve people from the web of poverty & to back up the country towards the epitome of development. It as if at your advent the sun shines and the moon & the stars would rather evolve around you. You are an inspiration to the people. Everyone is motivated through you. The outstanding blend of beauty & virtue has created in you an immortal enlightening light. This trifling foreigner bows her head before you. No eulogies would suffice to appreciate your kind efforts - Oh infinite mine of virtue - the nation's mother - Queen of the golden country Thailand. Prithuleswari Bom, The Kingdom of Nepal ABAC School of Management Assumption University ..

216 QUEEN SIRIKIT, THE COUNTRY'S LOVE Once, the young Bumi King was unlucky to have an accident in another country; She came though not a kin and nursed him out of compassion. 0, compa~ionate H.M. Sirikit ! On her tours around the land she meets the poor she understands; with love deep and tender many things she delivers. 0, affectionate H.M. Sirikit ! At the age of sixty, she is still youthful and pretty; many people from eight lands bow and wai with their hands. 0, H.M. Sirikit, the country's love. Myint Thein, The Republic of Myanmar ABAC School of Management Assumption University I

·- 217 KINDNESS OF MOTHER Oh great mother. I love you so much ! As soon as I was born, you taught me how to feed myself through your breast feeding how to sleep by swinging my cradle all the time with care how to smile like a flower blooming how to walk by holding my little hand to make my foot steps Oh great mother my existence as a complete human is because of you. I love you so much. Saeed Pirasheed, Islamic Republic of Iran ABAC School of Humanities Assumption University ..

218 .. POUR TOI MON AMOUR Je suis alle au marche aux oiseaux Et j'ai achete des oiseaux Pourtoi monamour Je suis alle au marche aux fleurs Et j'ai achete des fleurs Pour toi amonamour Je suis alle au marche la ferraille Et j'ai achete des chaines De lourdes chaines Pour toi monamour Et puis je suis alle au marche aux esclaves Et je t'ai cherchee Mais je ne t'ai pas trouvee monamour. Read by Patrick Copalu ABAC School of Arts Assumption University

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