Sun-warmed pebbles from the shore
Caressed our tired feet
As we walked along our secret way
Where views pierced the hanging boughs
Of greened mountaintops,
Foamy crests and spray;
People in the distance queued
To pay for an hour of freedom
To edge nearer to your charms
As sailing boats with yellow sails
Danced and bobbed in joy
In your sprawling arms;
We threw stones as wishes
Along the laughing waves
And then down to the depths beneath
To rest with the others
Thrown long ago
And whose memories we keep;
And as we stood in awe
And tasted the breeze
That eased our cares to release
The waters of the lake
Subdued our fiery souls
And granted us a kind of peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem