North-northwest the Cape winter wind howls
while out of the rain you dry yourself with a towel,
while the rain does pour down for many days
and shivering, outside we do hear an ominous owl.
The Atlantic Ocean storm-turbid smash against shoreline rocks,
the great oak tree whips up and down and on the roof knocks
where a hot fire burns in the fireplace and you smile happily
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem