The river is nothing
The sweetness of its water is nothing
Its fish and its spill are nothing
But When I throw a singing pebble into it
The river becomes a song
That is no less noisy than life in its ups and downs
And this noise of life is actually the river
This fish
This fisherman
This sweet water and
This there is poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem