I told you yesterday, youth
Always purled and raging, mountain river!
Or to tell that my day, morning.
Mountain River that sometimes rested and kept silence!
Your origin is snowy peaks,
Your decoration is green forests,
Your lowland, flower, flower garden.
My heart, mountain river!
Each your small furrow, big branches,
Your cold ices was watered,
Running through breast of high mountains,
Running with lightning speed, mountain river!
When clouds are hit and raise a noise,
You thundered and cracked too.
When rain rains in mountains tumultuously,
Confusing a way, mountain river!
When weather gets warmer and when spring comes,
When your glow shines at mountains,
When waters run to valley, hill,
Your high waters flood everywhere, mountain river!
Flat hills with grass and flowers,
Deep valleys with precipice slope,
Cool winds with lightning wings,
When it pampers my heart, mountain river?
6.III.1969