Azure hills and deep dales
Wake to the note of nightingales!
The very air is just thrilled
Into peace, my soul is filled.
And then I greet the ridge
Wrapped in fog and bridge
That connects people to meet
All souls seem to gladly greet!
Bud and big-lipped flower
Greet the visitors in bower
A bird lonely sits on a tower
Dreaming perhaps of happy hour!
Love flows in the dry soul
Makes it alive to pouring joyful
Where doth every being find refuge?
In Nature bountiful fabulous and huge!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem