There is a land called Highlands 
Where cattle, citrus thrive 
White orange blossoms languish 
In rolling hills alive 
Sleek birds and boar and vipers 
In nature's balance strive 
Once long ago I lived there 
Nor have returned again 
But here and there reminders 
Rise in my dreams of when 
Our love was fresh as sunshine 
That kissed a young girl's skin.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Just beautiful, Liilia! !