It pitched and rolled,
The summers of warm water
Deep salty wind, from sandy lands
Teaching a restraint too many
The shores are calm
Here, a tale is many lives
More wind leaves some void
Prosperity, rising in shared living
From the Monkey Island I can see
More than the haze
The phosphorus on the starlit Arabian
Whiter than the moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True. Arabian Sea is relatively calm and quiet, when we compare with the Bay of Bengal. Nice poem.