At its source, humble or proud,
No stream ever can return
Other than like cloud.
At its source, straight or inclined,
No road ever can return
Other than in mind.
Road and stream or cloud and mind,
Maybe someday I'll return
And what will I find?
Will I be a cloud, a mind?
Translator: Octavian Cocoş
see more poems written by: Lucian Blaga
