O valley you are guarded!
High rocks on four sides
Look down upon you
As nature’s delicate nursling!
How do you feel?
I feel terrified
Of looming figures
Delimiting me authoritatively.
My life is greener than the plains
Like which would I spread,
And grow if I were free.
These very ranges
Cause windy blows
Which to the plains are breeze;
Ravaging simpler beauty
Is easier than the wide country’s
Sophisticated lovability.
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