Oh bright and innocent Lilium,
Why do you wail in the mountain breeze?
Golden Splendour, scented Robina,
Why envy the crimson-rose?
Think not of them,
You also have your shine.
Behold the sun outshines all
And all life hasten to greet his awakening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem