I Picked up My Rabbit and Held It in My Arms

Now I am panicking.
I get up from my chair and run amok.
One moment ago, I picked up my rabbit
And held it in my arms.
Now it is in the film I am watching.

Looks like it’s done with my arms.
Now I am panicking.
I want to do something to please my rabbit.
So I cut the screen with a knife and retrieve it.
I am in a bad place; I look like a plane crash.

Then I rob a roast chicken shop to buy rabbit food.
I just picked up my rabbit (a bit roughly, I admit)
And held it in my arms.
But look what is happening to me now.

I don’t know how to make it happy anymore.
Maybe it isn’t my rabbit after all.
Maybe, originally, it came from a film, or a book.
Maybe it came from a fairy tale.
I just don’t know anymore. But one thing is certain:
I picked up my rabbit a bit roughly only once in my life.

Di Lu Galay
Translated from the Burmese by Maung Day