The water rushes

She

The water rushes

And will not stay still;

The stars pass merrily

In the sky,

The clouds advance

Merrily in the sky,

And so Love rushes

And wanders there.

He

The waters are rushing,

The clouds dissolving;

Yet the stars remain:

They wander and hover.

And so it happens as well with Love,

The true kind:

It sways, it stirs,

And does not change.