The shine of the lanterns lined up on your right side
Is not devoured but reflected to repel the night.
Your depths do not swallow but mirror it for them
Like a path through the darkness to light your waves.
Consequently you follow but your own set path
Which you carved to the mountains and hills all abroad.
Your water is there, carried forth the next moment
Yet your soul remains where it once touched upon.
Pastures and valleys, human culture in stone
Our shining cities, our very lives
Would be worthless and dull, empty and void
Did your endless beauty not flow through them all.
Ripples form on your surface, like the fairies' dance
And your lapping soothes, like a lover's touch
Any ears which they pass, and which rest to indulge
In their calming whisper, so close to one's heart.
How hard do you make it for a longing mind
To not seek your embrace, to not become one
With your incessant flow, to not long for peace
In your fatherly arms which engulf this land.
Is not devoured but reflected to repel the night.
Your depths do not swallow but mirror it for them
Like a path through the darkness to light your waves.
Consequently you follow but your own set path
Which you carved to the mountains and hills all abroad.
Your water is there, carried forth the next moment
Yet your soul remains where it once touched upon.
Pastures and valleys, human culture in stone
Our shining cities, our very lives
Would be worthless and dull, empty and void
Did your endless beauty not flow through them all.
Ripples form on your surface, like the fairies' dance
And your lapping soothes, like a lover's touch
Any ears which they pass, and which rest to indulge
In their calming whisper, so close to one's heart.
How hard do you make it for a longing mind
To not seek your embrace, to not become one
With your incessant flow, to not long for peace
In your fatherly arms which engulf this land.
