Bright is the light in the hills
The stars are out to move and shine
Smoke is rising up from mills
Evening comes with the feeling divine
Bells in the temple ring
To the glory of His creation grand
Birds have got heavy wings
As darkness falls across the holy land
The sky glows in the light
Of the moon moving in a slow pace
Love and peace reside in
The hearts of the people by His grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem