Water

Perhaps a pigeon is drinking down there

Or a thrush dipping its wing by a far thicket

Or a pitcher being filled in a village

This stream is perhaps running to a white aspen

To sooth a lonely heart

A dervish my have dipped his dry bread there

A lovely lady has come by the stream

Beautyis doubled

! Sweet water

!Clear stream

! People are so affable there

!May their streams bubble

! And their cows produce abundant milk

Never have i visited their village

Their hedges must bear God's footprints

There, moonshine illuminates the expanse of eloquence

No doubt, the fences are low in yonder village

And its inhabitants know what a flower the peony is

no doubt, blue is blue there

A bud blossoms! People know it

What a glorious village it must be

! May its alleyways overflow with music

The people living by the stream understand water

They did not soil it

Nor should we