I travel above the rivers and streams,
Over the hills, plains and trees.
Over the buildings, castles and forts,
I watch the whole world in peace.
I float in an elated mood,
Above the valleys, fields and wood.
I have no enemy or foe,
Except for the wind blowing,
Tearing me into so many shreds,
Incessantly, from morning till evening.
Otherwise, I could go on increasing my size,
And cover the endless, azure skies.
I am pure white, sometimes silver and gray,
Floating across my way.
Whenever heat is emitted by the golden sun,
I block its way to give shade to everyone.
Without me, the sky would be bare,
I make the weather fresh and fair.
I cause the lightning to strike aloud,
And frighten people with thunder's sound,
But when the earth becomes cracked and dry,
I feel sad, shed my tears and cry.
And again, the earth shines with mirth,
As life comes back to lifeless earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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