O Sherpa girl,
Small Sherpa daughter
Saying Namaste,
Namaste to foreigners,
Tourists and visitors,
Travellers and guests,
Climbers and mountaineers
Wishing them well in their expedition,
Expedition and excursion!
O the daughter sitting and playing
And smiling in the lap of the mountains,
O you piping down the valley
With the lambs,
Sherpa daughter,
The daughter of the mountains
Held aloft, so gigantic
Shadowing the sulnight
And the clouds emcircling around the peaks!
N>B. India unvisited, never seen before, album. My poem like the visit of Hieun-tsang. It is like Tennyson's Ulysses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem