I longed if there were mountains
Yes, if mountains there were here...
For my aching silence to climb
And to get lost in that fetching loftiness;
In that dark, in that deep, in that green,
In that ever-growing awe of the unknown!
I longed if there were mountains
Yes, if mountains there were here...
Here, in this plain, I am stricken
Badly stricken by a short-sight
See wrongly, value wrongly, judge wrongly
And the truth is found bitter, unpalatable!
Hence, I long if there were mountains,
Yes, if mountains there were here...
To have clearer, loftier eyes
Blessed with the farthest sights
To see the truth as whole, not in parts,
Dancing in wonderful harmony!
I longed if there were mountains
Yes, if mountains there were here...
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I would like to translate this poem
I longed if there were mountains Yes, if mountains there were here... For my aching silence to climb I wish you don't fall from the poetic fame of mountain.Be it fame of centennery or forever.10++