The waters cascading down the mountain
Forming a brook down into the woods
Watering the plants
Making the natural garden ever green
Source of water for the jungle dwellers
The brook proceeds down the villages
Living life as it proceeds to the sea
Becoming wider and gaining fame
As it becomes longer
Some other rivers feed it as it goes to the sea
There it feeds it and vomits its contents
There it dies and flows no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem