He sailed the sea. He loved the sea
and he died in the sea as well.
The sea loved him.
The sea welcomed him
in the deep and dangerous swell.
And so the two did meet,
unexpectedly the two did meet
and the sea became his grave.
The mourners cried when they thought of him
as they watched each windy wave.
But the sea and he were both content
so neither did lament.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem