Up above the shimmering sea
Two or three seagulls are hovering.
Rolling, wheeling, they write a poem.
I do not know the alphabet they use.
On the broad expanse of sky
I will write a poem too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have no reason to doubt of the translation, yet, I've got a feeling.. that the original poem has a stronger poetic breath..