Our world hides in the hospitable sea,
Murmurs tirelessly the forgotten song,
Tells the same story in a same way,
Listens to itself, indifferent to you,
Yet charms you, conquers you
With its music, coming from afar,
Lulls you to sleep, awakes you
With the same song. Never tired
Of the same music, you go to the sea
To listen to it every morning;
Standing alone on the shore,
Inhaling the fresh fragrance
Of an always young world
Happy to see you each time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a really good poem. It is always a beautiful thing to commune with nature. nature can never be controlled by man. It is either feared or enjoyed. A good write.