The seeker hearing the sound of the river of Life,
Letting the pure sound of the river touch his soul's ear,
The serenity of sound washes away all his agonies,
He wonders:
'How can I recognise the river of Life! '
The sound in him and around him keeps echoing...
...with a celestial harmony;
Hearing the sound, he closes his outer eyes and ears...
...and contemplates, opening his inner eyes and ears...
...the meaning, and the secret of life sound...
...an enormous, echoing, and beautiful sound!
Every beat of the guitar chords...
...gently moves the wings of his heart;
He flies toward the spring on the horizon...
...where the river originates;
There is an ocean hidden, quiet and still...
...unthinkable tranquility prevails there...
...and he is overwhelmed with joy and ecstasy;
The seeker opens his eyes wide...
...golden beams of light flash in his eyes:
'That he has recognised the source of Life, at last! '
One must recognise the river of Life...
...right now, right here.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem