In Kathmandu…

Trapped in the mountains, breathing the scent of time

 Disappearing into history

 Think about the eyes of sad eyes.

  The splendid grandeur of the

The noon chorus continues,

I was surrounded by some temptation.

 So faintly from far away

Cutting through the dark gray air

 I catch the nostalgic sound passing by.

I ran away because of me for a while

Your Beautiful Worlds

I bury it in my memory for someday.

Now, drenched in blue smoke

 Like a little philosopher who mastered in his own way,

I go in search of the heavenly dawn.