in wanting to mark a name for herself
in the history of the flowing river
every morning she goes there
naked her black hair flowing over her body
her feet soft on the pebbles and with a little shiver
she touches the river with her toes
and then she plunges herself for a dip
she bathes her body and then she sings under the bamboo leaves
beside the great river. The neighborhood takes a look at her
Her beauty and her being naked.And she knew she made it.
Her name is carved on the water and her beauty
Forever flows on the notes of the song of the great river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful... a woman immerses herself in the river and becomes the river itself....!