Whispering leaves
In the evening breeze,
Commotion of birds
Feeding on the mud banks,
Slimy frogs croaking,
Crickets chirping in the twilight,
Wind whistling through the trees,
The River Tees silently flows
Under the starlit sky,
The farmer, his family, labourers,
A few monks and pilgrims
In the monastery.
The entire population of Middlesbrough
Is asleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
khadim sb aakum what a beautiful picture u have painted its very pleasant and poetic...great cheers