All through the ocean deeps he wails;
a-crying on the foam.
He weeps and wails, and weeps and moans,
‘Come home, my love, come home.'
But I am far away from him,
far up the mountain side;
my feet are clasping craggy rocks;
my eyes are open wide.
Oh, can a whale become a bird
and swim te airy sky?
And can a bird plunge to the depths
and through the ocean fly?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem