O Mountain, how should I describe your beauty?
Your soil is brown like her glowing skin.
Your flowers make a colourful cover like her jewels.
Your greenery is like the silky hair of my Beloved;
Like the dresses she often sews, your lakes shine,
Like the eyes of my fair maiden,
You remind in every way of the damsel
Who stole the heart of this weary traveller
Who left home, determined to conquer your peak,
And with you, he realises that
He hadn't left her behind after all.
For she is there, as much in you as in him
As you gift him a little bit of her in your beauty
Attracting his soul closer to you
Just like she captivated his heart.
© Suranya
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