The sky is not clean,
The bright sun doesn't shine,
The sweet birds don't sing,
The beautiful flowers don't bloom,
The gentle breeze doesn't blow,
Still I strongly feel
It is glorious spring season,
As my great inner realm is completely replete with beauty and loveliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The power of inner realm nicely explained. Full Stars.