Those lofty mountains and forests green,
those radiant scenes kiss our hearts
the first ray falls thus,
the cuckoo’s songs caressingly awaken us
the soul is tranguallized by songs
of the jehlum,
the breeze moves in a rhythmic manner
the fanatics turn more
enthsisiatic than they are,
they keep singing to themselves far and far
every object here has a unique quality about it,
every speck here is flawless
the influence of dusk is quite alien,
I wish I would dwell amoung those lofty mountains
they call it a fragment of heaven,
but I think the heaven is all here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a splendid poem admirin mountains like a true poet! Zabardast likhi. Pls coment my latest too on statue of lib..