The wind coming from between the mountains
Force a road to wash down lofty bold slopes,
The snow descends like the white Ravens,
Brave hunters diving into the hungry waves.
What was it about the force of nature?
Freshness and freedom coming forth in the morning
New issues of breath flows from a real creator
A wellspring of life is found in everything.
From the silence of the morning dew
Not hurried by time painted portrait of illusions
Or the revive spirit surviving in you
Nature has always been a mystery for all concerns.
But there is something inspiring
Springing with each string straining.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem