Life is bliss when you're in peace...
...loving each other, like a mother...
...who holds her bab to her bosom...
...singing joyful lullabies...
...to make her bab go to sound sleep;
Live like newly wedded mates...
...who walk hand in hand together....
...in the rose garden;
Live in peace as do...
...non human creatures of nature;
Like the singing birds...
...who sing in harmony...
...though in varied tunes;
Like the flying bird, the gliding darling...
...who when finds its partner...
...on the willow branch...
...quickly comes down from the sky...
...and makes love with its waiting mate;
And celebrates peace and tells us:
Live in peace, in sweet peace! ! !
A sweet place for love and peace was...
...Kashmir; called the paradise on earth;
A land of snow, dales and valleys,
Green meadows, moors and high lands,
Thick forests, blue mountains, and glaciers,
Lakes, and roaring Brooks;
Even Chillia Kalaan bitterly cold...
...cannot chill our true love! ! !
When we're joined back to peace...
...and recover the lost love...
...we will arise from the dead;
Even the snow and ice will make us warm,
There is no fun while living in weeping! ! !
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem