You look beautiful and attractive especially from a distance.
Just like ordinary waters, but as quiet and as clear.
All alone surrounded by a horrible crowd of little trees.
No contact between you and other waters.
You are just a lonely little dam.
You look beautiful by the day and lovely at night.
Everybody likes to come to your close, to touch your purity.
They wish to discover your mystery.
But no one dares to try; no one is brave to come that closer.
Only those ununderstandable old men.
So quiet and so still as pure and clear as a diamond.
Something lies beneath you they all comment.
Whether amazingly good or horrible, who knows?
Why find it hard to approach them and them you.
No one knows about your reality.
If you could flood all the surrounding trees away.
And smile to them and them to you as to the sun.
On your bank they would joyfully sit and giggle.
With their hands they would approach to your purity.
And fish of the greatest fish that lie beneath you.
Oh you peculiar lonely waters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem