Ypê

I contemplate the river, flowing still
And the stone dancer evolving
Completely aimless, sitting
I have not been and I am not, nor will I be or was

The mind wants to be, but in wanting, it errs
For only without desires can one live the present
See the ypê tree, simply blooming
Revolutionarily
Attached to the foot of the mountain

I contemplate the river, flowing still
And the stone dancer evolving
Completely aimless, sitting
I have not been, I am not, nor will I be or was

People want to have, but in wanting, they err
For only without desires can one live the present
See the ypê tree, simply blooming

Revolutionarily
Attached to the foot of the mountain
See the ypê tree, simply blooming
Revolutionarily
Attached to the foot of the mountain