Hearing the voice of water
The river seems to weep
Hearing the voice of wind
The river gets a soothe
Saying the river to flow as usual
Making the land to flourish
Watching the people and their acts
Hearing the voice of the wind
The child smiled with little ease
Then shouted to hear the echo
The other side of hill returned
Hearing the little child smiles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem