Blow ye winds o'er the seas below.
See what you can conjure up as you blow
White foamy sprays,
wetness of haze
while all below is silent.
All of the fish and mollusks alive
don't seem aware of the winds that drive
their currents and drifts down below.
They do not care nor do they know
while all above is fierce.
And so the oceans that teem with life
say to the winds, 'Go tell the wife
that all is well out on the sea.
Your fisherman will come home to thee
while you wait with bated breath.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem