Music is for the tears
That children have cried all these years
To heighten the moods and lessen the fears;
A whispering mother to fill their red ears.
Mountains are for the dreamers
And dreamers lead to thoughts in a vernacular.
If there were no mountains, no thinker
Could ever dream to be a dreamer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem