Treading on the path,
drowned in the air of isolation,
With lofty timbers
ouching the heaven,
Compelling one to meditation.
Upon nature, the beautiful creation of god.
How it stands so still in balance,
Looked after by the lord.
Wintry breeze welcoming us,
Majestic mountains gazing at us.
Pebbles lie where the river once used to flow,
Far from the city din, where the plants now grow.
Beside it, On the earthly throne on which the sit.
Together they make up the portrait of the master.
Hearts fill with wonder,
The creation and awe for the lord.