She wasn't a daughter of any civilization.
She fell in love with nature.
and nature loved her back.
Every wood or valley, every brook
or grove,
Every sand dune or waterfall or
spring shore
Adore her and lull her to sleep.
She was not a daughter.
of any civilization
Every clock she was singing the harmonies,
of day and night rotation.
Ah! the Nymphs came to give her the bath
Flowers prepared the goblets of perfume.
And the birds sang their rhymes on her grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem