It would have been even more splendid,
If a fountain had started to flow,
Through the titanic mountains afar,
Wrapped up with pure, white snow.
Behind the visages of the mountains,
I can behold with ease the blue sky,
So beautiful, so magnificent that it can
Turn my soul into a bird to fly.
Its reflection will sparkle,
And splutter the fountain's water,
With sunbeams falling on it,
And, about the beauty, will secretly mutter.
Lo! The lovely scarlet blossoms
Of the yon rhododendron trees;
O, come, listen to the sweet melody
Of the humming bees.
Such a majestic beauty always
Provides such divine bliss
To everyone, to receive Nature's reply,
Which is actually always ready to please.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem