Forest and River

Forest and River by Zhaleh Esfahani

The forest cried out to the river:
I wish I were like you
Traveling day and night, with such sights to see, 
Down to the limpid, open sea
A riverbed of shining water
A restless eager soul
A surging, turquoise-colored light
Flowing forever, 
And what am I? 
A captive caught in earth
In eternal silence
I'll grow old
I'll turn yellow
I'll dry up
I'll be a handful of cold ashes
Sooner or later
The river shouted: 
Forest, you're half-awake
I wish I was in your place
That I knew such lucid, emerald peace
On glittering moonlit nights,
To be the mirror in which spring sees herself
The spreading shade where lovers meet
Your destiny's to be renewed each year
And mine's to abscond from myself
All I know is to run in confusion
to run 
and run
From all this migrating and journeying
What do I get except 
futility and restlessness?
Ah not for a moment is my soul ever at peace!
No one knows
another's heart
Who can say of a passer-by
who he is or was?
A man walks in shadow, asking himself under his breath,
Who am I?
River?
Forest?
Both together?
Forest and river?
Forest and river. 

Translated by Dick Davis

I came across this poem in a collection of Persian poetry by women called The Mirror of My Heart. I have yet to write and publish my review on the book itself but the poems in there are beautiful. I wonder what I am.... the forest or the river?