Classic Poem

Certainly
That broken bridge shall somebody repaired.
We shall remember the lost spring.

Where is everything?
What is the future of things in the darkness?

You shall see,
You shall see the curtains of mystery rise
The rains of clarity shall wash away
the dust of time settled on things.

You shall see,
You shall see the mist dissolve
and once again the pilgrim will start descending
in the stream of this holy river
for the salutation to the Sun-god.

[Translated by Kalanath Shastry]