The moonlight hated through the atmosphere
As a glare of human understanding
Rather than a painting of knowledge,
Other than that picture
A residence has more pride and reading of joy.
The joy of living is like the art of the ocean,
And repetition is godly, as the waves are happy.
The moonlight hated the seas,
As the moon walked the sun’s horizon.
A homely seaman whilst being one is rather loved by the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem