Sarubhakta
-1-
The rocks make the mountain, if they grow,
The rocks make the hills, if they grow,
If the rocks deepen,
They form the seas of life,
Form rivers of life.
But rocks do not weather,
For all battering by the seas of life
The rocks do not get hewed,
For all hewing by the rivers of life
-2-
The rocks compose
The verses of seas on their breasts
The rocks weave
The poesy of river on their breasts
When they compose the verses of seas
The rocks wear out a little,
When they weave the river’s songs,
They hew out a little,
But they do not count
Their weathering as weathering,
But the rocks do not count,
Their hewing as hewing
-3-
In the sacrifice of their life
The rocks weather with the seas
And become oceans,
When they give their lives up,
The rocks hew out with rivers
And become rivers,
For, without the rocks
The ocean has no form, no shape
For, without the rockThe rivers have no color, no flow
The seas and rivers of life
Need the love of the rocks
And need the sacrifice of rocks
To become seas and rivers
But the rocks
Continue to be rocks
And nothing else,
No matter how much they weather
Out of their love
But the rocks
Remain rocks ever
And nothing more
No matter how much they get hewed
Out of their sacrifice!
[Trans: Mahesh Paudyal]
The Rocks
