And the music of love
Can be heard from the
Meditative hills
And from green valleys
Laying under the sky
With running rills
And the music of love
Comes pouring thick
From flitting cloud
And from flocks of birds
Flying high and low
Chirping aloud
And the music of love
Comes from flowers
Gently swaying
And from the temples as
Bells start chiming and
Priests praying
The beauty and joy of God's creation wonderfully expressed.
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem nature becomes love