The song of love, sing I, the song of love and life,
Piping and humming, gliding and sliding down
The hills in all sunniness, looking blue,
The hamlets and thorps scattered across
A vast tract of land
With ups and downs,
The hilly rivulet flowing in between
The hills,
The sheep and the small breed cows grazing,
Goats and buffaloes.
Under the shadow of the hills,
A range and cluster of
The chunks and boulders of stones,
Standing aloft,
Towering over
And the roadway curving down
A little off,
But here lie I singing and playing
And dancing on the way of life,
Humming and singing
On the way of life,
Traversing the country,
The woods and the wilds
For the song of life.
The hills lie there deforested,
The wilds and the woods cleared forth,
The chunks of stones crushed down
In stone-crushers,
The singer in my heart fainting
To see the scene and the landscape,
The hills, dales and woods denuded and barren,
The wild beasts not in the forest,
Just the summer falling down,
The wind howling by,
What a time has come in,
Why is this devastation,
Where are we going to,
Oh, Man without Nature and its mysticism,
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