I went to the land of Peace one day
Of its beauty what should I say;
Enchanting, it was, paradise on Earth,
I felt I had attained re-birth
The heart, young, full of mischief,
Waterfalls gentle, flow down the cliff
With the cuckoo's tune, I tried to sing,
Freshness prevails, its forever Spring
Who comes here once, never departs
Fragrance spreads, blooming hearts
Where love never faced any protest
Words, love, flow from their chest
The land, yet, wasn't alien to me,
On Earth, too, such beauty I'd see
The birds picked twigs to build their nest
I wish I'd be here when I rest
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