The child was unfortunately washed away by the tide
For after a prolonged struggle he had died,
Leaving his parents in a sea of shore-less grief
From where they can’t find relief, even tantalizingly brief.
The child was a bud that upon the family tree sprouted
But a common yet unfamiliar disease had its life blighted,
He was thus plucked away from his mother’s wet and warm bosom
And devoured by the sea even before his life could in the sun blossom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem