Solaceand comfort to my soul, I seek
and sogo often to the cool, serenehills.
Pleasure boundless, I feel to bathe in the creek
as with celestial joy, my mind, it fills.
I watch the fish leaping up the clear rills,
see the floating flowers and hear their loud cheers.
The lark, from some boughs, a sweet music trills
and bucks me up to rove the hills with no fears.
And the whispers of the strange nature, my soul hears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poetic imagination with touching description of the divine ambience of nature is brilliantly depicted in your precise write.. Appreciated it dear poet..10