Through a break in the trees -
Flows a tawny river -
Sanding the rock endlessly
As a peerless carver.

The jungle is not seen
In the murky water's face;
The sky does not skim upon
Its delicate countenance.

It refuses the trees' approach;
The rushing seeks to replace
Tribulations for peace -
Skipping them away.

Its waters fill my mind;
I remember Zongo Falls
As an obscure haven
For which my heart longs.