O hill the earth's aesthetic breast,
Which feed us fresh fruits and water;
Gives us lots of energy and shelter
Where variety creature takes rest.
O really! She's life of other life
Variety tree creeper grows around she
Various colours' flowers can be see
And my village where I do live.
O, Almighty God! I dare pray to thee:
Let her fall streams and be fruitful
Let her continue a life of other life be,
And let her forest be more colourful;
O, let mother nature also care she
And makes my village more beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem