Between the mountains in the valley of flowers
Springs and water falls from melting glaciers,
Deepest in the forest i walk slowly melancholy
unmoved by the virgin beauty of nature around.
Thoughts are not wary but on one only; my beloved.
Who is mine still not mine.
Oh my god, you know how big pain is this
deep in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some heartaches are inconsolable. Only God could help. A sad connotation, but true. 10