Chapter 43 Jonathan
One day, my partner and I were rowing in Oasis Lake, surrounded by the mountains of Lebanon.
We were boating next to the weeping willow, and the reflection of the willow branches in the water was clearly visible.
While I paddled, my lover played the guqin and sang:
In addition to the lotus,
What flower knows so much about water and sunlight?
Except for the lotus heart,
What else is so familiar with the earth and the sky?Behold, my love, this golden flower flows high or low in the waves, just as you and I are immersed in the eternal love, immersed in the never-fading love.Row your oars, my love, let me pluck my strings, let us walk along the weeping willows, and don't forget to enjoy the beauty of the water lilies.In Nazareth there was a poet whose heart was like a lotus, who had visited a woman's soul, who knew her thirst from the water, and her well-fed lips hungering for the sun.People say he's walking in Galilee, I say he's boating with us.Did you not see his face, my love?Don't you see where the willow branches meet the shadows, he paddles with us?Lover, how lucky we are to experience the youth of life and the joy of singing in life!I wish you could always hold the paddle in your hand, and I wish I could always pluck the strings, and play his tunes where the lotus flowers laugh in the sun and where the willows hang down into the water.Row your oars, my love, let me pluck my strings,
What else is so familiar with the earth and the sky?Behold, my love, this golden flower flows high or low in the waves, just as you and I are immersed in the eternal love, immersed in the never-fading love.Row your oars, my love, let me pluck my strings, let us walk along the weeping willows, and don't forget to enjoy the beauty of the water lilies.In Nazareth there was a poet whose heart was like a lotus, who had visited a woman's soul, who knew her thirst from the water, and her well-fed lips hungering for the sun.People say he's walking in Galilee, I say he's boating with us.Did you not see his face, my love?Don't you see where the willow branches meet the shadows, he paddles with us?Lover, how lucky we are to experience the youth of life and the joy of singing in life!I wish you could always hold the paddle in your hand, and I wish I could always pluck the strings, and play his tunes where the lotus flowers laugh in the sun and where the willows hang down into the water.Row your oars, my love, let me pluck my strings,
In Nazareth there was a poet,
He knows us and loves us.
Row your oars, my love,
Let me pluck my strings.