May be from the pivot of our eyes
The Nile goes into the sea, indeed
But Nile itself knows there is no sea
Nile goes and goes farther
And in the sea Nile goes through

If you saw a basket over the nameless waters
You would pick it
Pick it and smell the history
You will find my words of kindness and affection
inside it
Which continuously give birth to a newly-born child
A little voyager with a rod