River

River I was born as a river, A mountain one. I am so swift, So tumultuous, Have even no time to exist in myself. Who would narrate me? No one can tell me, None can express me. They drink me, and think I am water. They put their feet in me, And when staring in my eyes Trout fall in their nets. But I do run, Having no time even for fry Clinging to my waves. Swallows too fly over my lap, My drops do bloom upon their white breasts Raising to the sky The taste of boulders. How cold I am: They gasp – Heat and Sun’s angels – Rocking in my arms. I flow towards where I won’t return from, But this road from the source to the mouth Is just the proof and the majesty of the Ceaselessness. Who’s able to be, Except a river, So whole and ageless from birth to death?..