From the top of a mountain, I looked down
Everything looked so small and distant on the ground
The view was wide and I could see much far
But what sounds are being made below I could not hear.
Reaching back to the ground, I looked up the mountain top
From here I could not see far like when I was on that spot
But everything was so real and lively in front of me
And I could clearly hear what sounds they muttered indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem