A voice rose up from the mountaintop:
The mystery of life is harmony and peace.
And for the valley breeze, it sounded odd.
The music of life is melancholy, it still speaks.
Then the perfumed flower raised its head.
And said, that the life we live is the beauty,
Thereafter a bird on the bush, singing so uniquely,
You are my life and my tears are with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem