What can stop this waterfall?
What can quiet the thundering power
that descends to punish impertinent rocks
and quicken spectral mists rising above the tumult?
What can stop this waterfall?
I look for shadows dark enough.
I listen for rumbles deep enough.
I feel for dampness grave enough.
But, at last, I only know
the rush that through me moves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem