Cloud Of The Highlands
Because of exaltation my homeland is in
the sky,
I am cloud of mountain,
my drops make the flowers bloom,
Sometimes desert, sometimes garden is my
residence,
Town and wasteland are mine, ocean is my,
forest is mine,
Whenever I retire in a valley,
Greenery of the mountain is the bed of velvet to me,
God
has taught me to strew pearls,
It is as a sign of God’s
mercy,
To remove sadness from the face of the
peasant,
To create happiness in the concerts of the youth,
I spread myself like the hair on the face of the
nature,
Waves
of the winds make me do my make-up again,
From far I tantalize the hopeful eyes,
When silently I pass over
a peopled place,
Staying over a meadow when I give a call
‘Rise’,
I
give the taste of blooming to the buds,
My contribution makes the huts of peasants,
Models of luxurious harems at the foot
the hill.
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