Two monks.

The clouds are clear in the sky.
There were no threatening clouds.
Even though the river is overflowing,
But there is a ray of sunshine in the joy.

The hour has come for the two monks
Continue the long journey.
(A thunderstorm caught them on the way.
I had to take a break)

The monastery was waiting across the river.
Let the water rise,
Just a little more, and the house is native
They will accept, as always!

Suddenly, a woman's scream behind them.
And everyone looked back.
Who younger, in the same moment,
Turned away to the side!

And the voice of help asked,
Like a weak man,
On the opposite shore,
Get, not enough strength!

But the elder, among the two, the monk,
Not at all, not shy.
And the woman he in his arms
I managed to reschedule it.

And then they went their own way.
But they were silent along the way.
There was nothing in front of the house
The path is long behind the shoulders.

They are about to enter the monastery.,
The younger one asked, "Answer me,
I didn't break it along the way
Your vow?

In the prohibitions of all, it is given faster
To get to the Truth…
It is strictly forbidden in them, after all
"We women touch!"

«What I can say in response –
Let carried, and what?
Left there, on the shore!
End the conversation...