Close friends of the water .
The Beda hyacinths are floating on the stream.
There is no wind today , but they drift with the current
In a movement that is endless and timeless .
On the bank sits a boy with reed pipe who mimics
the cocual bird ;
th cocual leads, and the piper follows ;
"O Beda, who come with the flow -tide and go with the ebb ,
How ,I shall miss you when you have gone .
" Upstream and down stream you float ;
From where did you come , and where are you , going ?
And where the sun sets and the current slackens ,
By what bank will you come to rest ? "
Freely adapted and translated by
Sayagyi U Kaung
The Beda hyacinths are floating on the stream.
There is no wind today , but they drift with the current
In a movement that is endless and timeless .
On the bank sits a boy with reed pipe who mimics
the cocual bird ;
th cocual leads, and the piper follows ;
"O Beda, who come with the flow -tide and go with the ebb ,
How ,I shall miss you when you have gone .
" Upstream and down stream you float ;
From where did you come , and where are you , going ?
And where the sun sets and the current slackens ,
By what bank will you come to rest ? "
Freely adapted and translated by
Sayagyi U Kaung
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