Playing the Guitar Behind Head

Raised my rhythm of breathing.
Though home I have, insufficient time to head there.
With houseful flames of worries
Shred the guitar behind head.

Life is such,
As easy as opening a Beer can.
Well friend,
Welcoming is never cold.
With the Beer head
Played excitedly the guitar behind head.

Cigarette smoke pushing the ceiling.
No sky is ever completed with stars than a loving family.
On a large dim stage
With a set of high frequency strings of wish
Lifted the guitar to play behind head.

Naingmon (Centurose) aka Naingmon Aungthwin
May, 1995
Translated from the Burmese by Peter Aungthwin