Red, orange, yellow, green,
blue, violet, indigo:
Who is dancing with these
rainbow colours in the sky?
Air after rain, slanting sun:
 mountains and passes turning blue
 in each changing moment.
 Fierce battles that year:
 bullet holes in village walls.
 These mountains so decorated,
look even more beautiful today.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    