To look at the river made of time and water

To look at the river made of time and water
flowing toward the gulf, to look at the birds
in different formations, the iris that grow
on the sides of the canals in little groupings;

to look at the time made of water, the river
turning the mud, the verse revealing the nude
body of the beloved, to look at the poetry
disclosed by the tongues of camels and suns;

to see the water in the river. O how time
carries me like a leaf to its end! To see
beyond the horizon as the Sun is setting

or hear the laughing clouds change colors. O!
to look at the river made of time and water
and see that I myself am nothing more.