I have seen, rather known
My village with her serenity for ages.
Generations cared her well enough,
Maintaining, adoring and preserving
Values precious and looks intact.
My head always remained blessed
By the distant afterglow of stars,
Heralds of rain and thunder,
Soothing rays of energy profuse,
Shades of celebrated trees, who
Had history well-depicted
On their aged bark and bare roots,
And the murmurs of untiring wings;
Of migrating and native birds.
I found great pride in seeing Man’s
Delights and Woes with Nature shared.
Rain, Wind, Lights Silver and Golden
All had character distinct and constant
On the track of genuine seasons;
Due toners of man’s destiny ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem