Ah! See that breeze,
said something to me.
Soothed my aching soul,
put my mind at ease…
Oh! You naughty angel,
Alas! I could have come after you,
above the hills, forests and ponds!
I could have flown with you!
Wish I could take a view
of those divine places,
where serenity dwells;
of the pain, there are no traces.
Where some unknown singer on his cart,
in a happy mood, sings of his heart
the birds chirp,
and a doe is followed by a hart…
Where the dreams know no bounds
Where beauty abounds
Where the hills are flooded with snow…
I crave for that pleasant sight, I vow….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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