S tihim žuborenjem hiti skozi gozd
prozorna tekočina nosi šepet
kot ura teče vsak dan.
Naj bo sončen ali oblačen dan,
neutrudno plete skozi letne čase,
neguje svet, ki ga čaka.

Skoči v brezno,
pogumno preda se globinam,
ko se preliva v slap lesketajočih kapljic,
v globinah kamne drobi,
kot megla rojeva mavrice
iz nekoč mehkega toka skoči
v bučen objem beline,
kjer sonce pleše
skozi vsak bleščeč pramen.

Waterfall

With a quiet murmur, it rushes through the forest,
a transparent liquid carries whispers,
like the ticking of time.
Sunny or shadowed, it flows,
tirelessly weaving through the seasons,
nourishing the world that waits.

It leaps into the abyss,
boldly surrendering to the depths,
spilling into a cascade of shimmering drops,
shattering stones beneath,
as the mist births rainbows
from a once-soft stream to
a roaring embrace of white,
where the sun dances
through each sparkling strand.

Tomaž Jevšenak