" Wait", a shrill voice came in that dead of night
but he walked fast fearing it for a ghost;
and his heart throbbed aloud in complete fright.
The waves hit and retreated from the coast.
He glanced to his right a glamorous sight;
anubile nymphet called him for a toast.
The morning sun beamed a smile at the beach
and he woke up to see some nuns to preach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing poem on coastal ambience in night is shared.. Appreciated