When Pedro, as a man of the sea,
finds himself denying
Freshets, Springs and Streams -
all run down to the sea,
they laughingly,
and Pedro to weep.
The Freshet does not forget
its beginnings in the spring,
the font of all its being;
since from the silvery rills
of its laughter springs forth
the most pleasing of confessions
to the Source:
but if Pedro denies all this
with ungrateful evasions,
Freshets, Springs and Streams -
all run down to the sea,
they laughingly
and Pedro to weep.
The Spring laughs on
as it crashes from the summits -
in an oblivion without sorrows -
recollecting on the lowlands
the Flashing Eyes, the Lucid Matter
of its earliest existence:
but if Pedro denies all this,
though with a mortal shudder,
Freshets, Springs and Streams -
all run down to the sea,
they laughingly
and Pedro to weep.
The mightiest stream, unswervingly,
with impetuous fire
surrenders unreservedly
to the sea, meeting there
its Final Destiny,
finding there its quietus:
but if Pedro denies even this,
turning his eyes from such glimmerings,
Freshets, Springs and Streams -
all run down to the sea,
they laughingly
and Pedro to weep.