Like snow but green;
Makes life happy and healthy,
Lips gleaming tongue beseeching;
Have mercy and stop killing trees.
Always with us, in all glooms;
For life it is a temple,
But for ignorants, a lifeless golden log.
Faithfuls never kill pals.
Cannot sit even for a second,
Always follows the plan of God,
Never confuses the service for humanity,
With the farce of secularism.
But bow her eyes shedding the tears red,
Blistering the drained eyes, seeing the wounded pal;
Oozing like hot drops of blood,
From Mary's virginal secretion.
The great tree never blames,
From the blessed trinity of strength,
Stem, leaves and fruits;
Best serves the mankind.
Over top bears sun shine,
Sloughs off wild clouds,
Remains high and strong;
Dances as time advances.
Green cap doffed, time rebuked;
Grows like dream dances,
Landscape green appears,
Far from the maddening crowd.
Always protect trees, unbowed;
Loose not chance, for absent green;
Shun devil scenes-unadvised;
A vision of ruin unsowed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
certain metaphors are very spicy! still the notion is good!