The valley of flowers in the heart of the mighty Everest,
Where the sun rises beyond the far green cedar trees.
And eager to please the luxuriant blue skies,
Herein the bird of the bush sings and laughs nigh.
And mirth forever lulls into eyes the mirth,
Oh! be ever for me, ahh, this mellowed earth.
Where the meadowlark can be seen in echoed green,
Wooing with the flowers by day and night.
And the snow-whistle along with summer shallow,
Takes to task their purification then calling
The sun splenders into the dense shadow.
To welcome spring time in the valley.
Overexcited wood winds play the solemn music,
The heart sinks down in ecstasy for awhile.
The theme of the song is supposed
To be 'Stop abusing the green
dressed, it's our heredity'
O! liberty! come on, hurry! this heart is unquiet,
A yearning dwells beside it, still
exotic beauty
Is freely skating into the crimson light,
Come early, don't defer, and shout me......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem