I can see it
Adorning the highlands,
The hills and forests of the plateau region
As the flame of the forest
And it looking orange-orange,
Bright orange
The canopies, the fringes high above
Taking to far,
The landscape
Looking colourfully hued
And charming
With the clusters of
Florid, ornate
And wild palash blooms,
But almost bereft of leaves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem