At the banks of this river
Or at the banks of that one
Pass my days on end.
Nothing impedes me, drives me,
Makes me hot or makes me cold.
I see what the river does
When the river does nothing.
I hear (See) tracks it brings,
In a dragged sequence,
Of what was left behind.
I see and meditate,
Not exactly on the river that passes
But only on what I'm thinking
Because the good thing about it is that it makes
Me not see that it's going.
I go to the banks of the river
That is here or there,
And I trust its course,
Because whether I saw it or not,
It passes and I trust it.
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I see and meditate,
Not exactly on the river that passes
But only on what I'm thinking
Because the good thing about it is that it makes
Me not see that it's going.
I go to the banks of the river
That is here or there,
And I trust its course,
Because whether I saw it or not,
It passes and I trust it.