May the ship sway for certainty and suspense,
Inwardly the sailors feel and hurt in defence.
My leader is on the sea and divides the slain
From the not so dead, but those who are lain
On the ground of the boat, the different repose
That entered a phase of too much danger I suppose.
May those ships in the night be happier
When certain fish have surrendered being angrier.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem