Watching landscapes passing me by, seeing the stark pov-
erty of a gentle and generous people, going unrecognized
by the rest of the world.
Indians, sincere and peaceful, hearts touching mine with
their souls, learning more about them and their culture,
loving them totally.
Traveling, not knowing the language, yet they come to an
understanding for certain things that are needed by this
American.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem