Mystic mountain peak
Enshrouded by jungle deep
A misty white shawl adorned
Concealing the glamour
Of Adam' Peak!
Here I climb the damp path
To unravel the mythical mysteries
Of the Butterfly mount's heart.
Leeches wait in glee
Smelling fresh blood in vein
Conquer I will the leech
Conquer I will mountain steep
Stand I shall tall and shout
From Adam's Peak,
'I made it, I am here at the Peak'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
smelling fresh blood, good write, thanks.