Many things go past us,
While we're sitting in a train,
The beautiful scenery for instance,
We'll never see it again.
I saw a wonderful forest,
The land of tall trees,
I was awestruck with its wonders,
And the whispering of the leaves.
And then a flash of brilliant blue,
It was a curving river,
Crocodiles lazing, weeds floating,
Fishes swimming in the water.
Then sounded a loud bell,
We had reached the station, my destination,
I got out and this,
Put an end to my imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem