River-Brahma

The river's name is Joy,
in her love I hide my face;
she flows away to distant shores,
never turns back, not even by mistake.

Life-filled laughter…how intimate!
Shadow-wrapped, her two banks—
they call out, memories crowd close.

Silver sunlight laughs in her waves,
her whole life floats in melody;
in one body, so much love…
water's caress awakens a hundred hopes.

At evening prayers the lamps burn bright,
the living and the dead both walk with her,
in worship they call her River-God.

The river's name is Peace,
in her lap weariness finds rest,
bound by her spell, we fall into sweet delusion.