Foaming waters traveling around rocks, peering from under
the river's water, not able to go rushing downstream with
the rapids streamlining forward.
Catapulting into the water, not able to hold onto anything,
exhilarating, yet fearful of the excess of gravity pulling
it all into depths of pools after cascading over the water-
falls.
Settling amid calming surfaces of each section below,
finding the extraordinary beauty that is lying there ex-
pectantly, awaiting the splendor and significance of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem