Mountain scenes alighting in realms of intellect where they
can only be seen by this mere poet, scaling their heights,
sliding into ravines.
Walking through canyons of untold beauty, taking chords of
music, binding them with lilting rhythms of poetry, a very
delicate, peaceful serenity that placates the mind.
Intellect and soul entirely being absorbed by it, pleasant,
soothing melodies of mountain scenes continue to cross photo-
graphic screens all the while.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem