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.