The storms that frightened me even when I was on shore,
now surrounds, tries to blow and mingle me through its course;
On the shore, I prayed long and long for a port
to stand against all adversities, whether or not there a storm;
What shall I do struggling with the storms;
but to wait for that moment when can I win over the storm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem