The meditative flow
Of this small brook;
The waters serene and slow,
Move bearing a pebbled look.
The jungle seems
Spellbound by its beauty,
Like a lover dreams
About those curves and lips pouty.
And the trees
Watch the damsel with gleeful eyes,
Softest of the breeze,
Slow, slow the silent majesty flies!
A sparrow dips its small beak
Into the generous, smiling water,
Thirst goes away! And seek
Refuge where water doth falter.
This slim feminine Goddess,
Blesses everything with its soft touch,
Aha, extreme beauty seemst too modest!
This wild maiden is careless such.
Thus, the brook flows with its beauty,
In harmony with the time,
The universal flow doing its duty,
God, how great is thy flowing rhyme!
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