Three Horses Drink Water at the
Riverbank

            One white, one red, one black                         Three horses                         are drinking at the riverbank
They drink at their own                                                     pace,                         some up    Some down
Three horses are drinking                             at the riverbank                         Sometimes their heads reach the river

At the same                                     time                         As if a river were flowing
Out of their mouths                                                             As their minds flow from the river source
Still innocent, clear,                         undisturbed                         The sun is setting slowly
A man                                   watches,without blinking                         How a river disappears into the night
                                    Held in the mouths of three horses