The Black Soil

Soil was remain hidden in depth of earth The black soil... Moreover covered with trees, grasses, Creepers and bushes Embellished with pebbles and stones Moreover there was God's sacred breath - Pure air...

Covetous people destroyed woodlands Turn up earth As much dig the more rich soil... ... More power... great heat... Digging and digging and digging... They shred the graceful womb.

Then There are only lumps of black soil surroundings No tree, no grass, creeper, bush, nothing only the piteous blackish dusty air lean on the earth.

Far away, on the lap of blue hills There are frightened and panicky woods shiver - When their turn will come... Near-by an emaciated stream Cries and flows continuously.