I am dull-witted
It is admitted fact
I am not able to
Write a single word
Here about the superb
Beauty of nature
I am a creation
Of this nature
And I am fixed
Like a bee
Mother Nature, victory
All victory to You
My dear, I have nothing
To described, You Yourself
Is everything here
Who am I to say or write
Anything about You
You are the vast cosmos
I am nothing nothing
And nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lucky you're a lot of other things too, Gaji