Do rivers flow forever?
Shall ships sail incessantly?
Must water be waved wearily?
Will rest be attained?
For though motion moves,
Nothing flows forever.
Rivers shall stop at oceans.
Ships shall find shore.
Water shall wash sand.
Weariness shall turn to rest.
But the restless heart
Will hurt and yearn in delirium…
Unless it loves another hurting heart
With the same ache and yearn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem