The bare mountain range
Stands against the blue skies.
Its summit stands proud.
Down below, around the foothills,
Are trees and all greenery.
Amidst the greenery,
There is a lake,
Whose waters reflect all these,
Such beautiful features—
As if painted there
By some great artist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being a mountain lover this just grabbed me. Better than a painting, this allows me to visualise. Grace and beauty in one small package