A beautiful valley passing by the village,
And becomes the way for everyone awake.
It jumps, shines and dances,
Brings smile on everyone face.
Chirping of the birds start,
People ready to go for mart.
The water is flowing flawlessly,
And people eat flax-seed in morning.
The view of the greenery,
Is like a beautiful sceenery.
They vigil for the prayers at night,
But always wake up when the sun is bright.
Yheir children are ready to go to school,
And stay their till afternoon.
They are always in good mood,
And are ready to help each other.
As the sun set they come home,
And the kids start romping in the sand.
The happy and peaceful place,
Beautiful life is like a running race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think it should read: a beautiful village that becomes the way for every ones awake (just my opinion)