In a distant dale, free of unpleasant sound
Of man and his creations, where breeze sings
On the lips of western naked Himalayan mount
We feed on the harvest of immortal spring.
Beautiful rendition of words to utmost justice. Lovely poem nicely encapsulated with insight. Thanks for sharing Zarkir and do remain blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your wordings are too good....makes me read again and again...God bless you dear friend....thanks for sharing this short sweet poem
thank you so much. May the lord bestow his blessings on you.