The world is a river
Flowing between the banks
Named joy and sorrow
Time is its fast moving current
The weeds are we all
Struggling to reach the banks
When we find the bank of joy
We wish ourselves to allow
Play nuisance and pranks
We forget the fearful turn
Of time's flood
Which puts us into ranks
When we find the bank of sorrow
We feel life burdensome
Sinking into suffocated tanks
The whirlpools in the river
Are fearful turns of life
That leave us think blanks
The mighty ocean's infinity
Is our final destination
That swallows all without thanks
We dissolve in it forever
Never to be found again
In the world's floating planks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem. Have never made the comparison between river and the world but the way it was written made a lot of sense.