Above the cliffside looking down its sheer,
The sea was undulating molten jade.
Foaming billows broke white across its face,
As drifted snow upon a vein of turquoise green.
Against the seawall, waves swelled to deeper power,
Filling the air with rolling peals of surging thunder.
Aloft, white gulls hung upon sustaining breezes.
Submitting to the will of opposing winds, they banked,
And let the currents choose their course.
A child ran wildly down the sandy shore.
Her screams of pure delight were heard
Above the sea-sounds as she, with childish piety,
Had summoned up her soul to worship
In the open air; giving thanks for freedom of her spirit,
And her limbs, through joyous antics of her surfside play.
All this appealed to my immortal strain.
It roused the essence of my source to stand
Within the depths of my divine desire to view
The tangibility of Cause, the physiography of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem