All the rivers that exist are within your eyes,
how do you hide so many rivers inside two eyes?
These days my gaze drifts away absently,
wanders to that silver veranda of yours,
where you stand with your straight body,
spreading wet hair in the yellow sun.
I stare into blue eyes like gas flames, I see
within your eyes there are no rooms or doors,
no trees or vines,
no tender garden of love.
In round blue eyes like water lily leaves
there are only rivers and rivers.
Is it because you have so many rivers, so much water
that you can tell—
when floods might come to the country of eyes!