Chapter 50 big river

In the Kadisha valley where the great river flows, two streams meet and talk. One brook said, "My friend, how did you get here, and what was your path?" Another brook answered, "My path is the hardest. The mill wheel is broken, and often Lead me from the channel to his crops; there the peasants die. I drain the filth of men, and struggle to stream down; who do nothing but bask lazily in the sun. But my brother , what about the way you flow?" The first stream answered, "My way is very different. I flow down from the hills among the fragrant flowers and shy willows, where men and women drink from silver cups, and children Paddle by the brook with little rosy feet, and all around me are laughter and sweet songs, it's a pity that your path should have been so unpleasant."

Then the great river said in a loud voice, "Come in, come in, let us run into the sea. Come in, come in, don't talk too much. Join me now. We will run to In the sea. Flow in, flow in, for the moment you enter my riverbed, you will forget your wandering, be it pain or pleasure. Flow in, flow in. Once we reach our mother— — the sea — you and I will forget all the way we've flowed." The River In the valley of Kadisha where the mighty river flows, two little streams met and spoke to one another. One stream said, "How came you, my friend, and how was your path?"

And the other answered, "My path was most encumbered. The wheel of the mill was broken, and the master farmer who used to conduct me from my channel to his plants, is dead. I struggled down oozing with the filth of laziness in the sun. But how was your path, my brother?" And the other stream answered and said, "Mine was a different path. I came down the hills among fragrant flowers and shy willows; men and women drank of me with silvery cups, and little children paddled their rosy feet at my edges, and there was laughter all about me, and there were sweet songs. What a pity that your path was not so happy."

At that moment the river spoke with a loud voice and said, "Come in, come in, we are going to the sea. Come in, come in, speak no more. Be with me now. We are going to the sea. Come in, come in, for in me you shall forget you wanderings, sad or gay. Come in, come in. And you and I will forget all our ways when we reach the heart of our mother the sea."