Bees don’t swarm in a mango grove for nothing.
Where can you see a wisp of smoke
without a fire?
—Hla Stavhana (c. 50 A.D.)
I don’t see any mango buds,
Mother-in-Law,
and the wind
with that Malabar smell
isn’t blowing,
but my longing alone says
that spring has come.
—Hla Stavhana (c. 50 A.D.)