Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?
这座山不正像一朵花,以群峰为花瓣,饮着阳光吗?
— Rabindranath Tagore · Stray Birds, 253 (1916) —
Is not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight?
这座山不正像一朵花,以群峰为花瓣,饮着阳光吗?