The foot steps of water

Sohrab Sepehri is one of my favorite poet of all time. He passed a way in 1359 (1980) In Iran.
This is a one of his poems and its title is The foot steps of water.

Life's a pleasant tradition.
Life's wing is as vast as death.

Life's a jump the size of love.
Life's not something,
we put on the mantel of habit
and forget.

It does not matter where I am.
The sky is always mine.
Windows, ideas, air, love,
earth, all mine.
Why does it matter if sometimes,
the mushrooms of nostalgia grow?

Let's take off our clothes.
Water is just a foot away.
Let's have a basket and
fill it up with all the greens
and all the reds.

We are not to comprehend;
the secret of roses, but maybe
swimming in the incantation of roses.
Or may be looking for
the song of truth
between the morning glory,
and the century.