Mountains

 

Mountains

The mountains you stand in the sun, rain, storm.

How many people's lives kill you.

The trees, the flowers, the birds, live by your side,

Crying falls on your chest like a fountain.

No one understands how much pain is in your chest, brother.

We all go to see you together.

After the green sari you catch everyone's eye,

How many people do you breathe under your feet?

When everyone returns home in the evening,

You smile at the moon at night.

Wet dew makes your body smile with the sun,

The blue sky floats on your peak all your life.

Seeing so much patience, your greed awakens in me

If your life is in pain, there is no anger.