In the flood I dream of happiness, I watch as with mirrors,
The look of the cloud is like a crowd of snow and white symptoms,
Water in the turbulence is high and bright as walking,
Like gunmen with a silver helmet on their heads.
I think it is likely to become a river that can be in a state of human life,
Because I can see that thinking can be very clear,
The soul can shine with accident lights and miraculous secrets,
When there is a lie and seen in what they see.
By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,
How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens pass,
And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles as it spreads,
Like a host of armored knights with silver helmets on their heads.
And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human life may go,
For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet but shallows show,
And a soul may glow with myriad lights and wondrous mysteries,
When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors what it sees.
Translation steps: English > Malagasy > Arabic > English
The original text of this poem is in the public domain.