Not all rivers are fit for bathing. Some rivers
Make body cool after bath
Some are full of mosses, barren, not fit for bath
Waves rise in the cells of blood. O, enchanting river!
Bathe me with your tidal waves
Naked, up to the neck I bathe in warm water
Heart fills with typhoon
How long will you burn me with caress?
Your body is full of fireball. Full to the brim, and full of waves
Unfortunate! Wretched! Burning youthfulness.
You’ve waters full to the brim, where do you hide, then?
I took recluse in your water
As long as I immerse into your waves I am deeply satisfied
Not all rivers are fit for ablution
Therefore I couldn’t. . . .
Translated by Siddique Mahmudur Rahman