High so, touching the sky
clouds playing in lap
with enormous electricity
like a hump with reeds
hidding treasure and panacea
autumn makes a recluse
wearing garlands of fire
rich in nature, poor in sight
spring ladens with flower and fruits, vegges with green leaves
like a medicant
rampant snow attire the Priest
blessing for love and peace
all around
gale takes turn
fountain of spring
sprouted from heart
cultivates the field
quench thirst of animate
mountainous nature allure the world
be like mountain
held your head like
salute to mountains, from where the soil itself has come to be.
there in the heights the wind will blow my ashes I will rest where i always lived.
Very interesting and informative. New insight concerning an object one might have known little or nothing of. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the special thing about this poem is the composition of phrases and manipulation of images...a great symbol for a high head in many situations of human life!