We missed it in the morning
Our ship strayed dangerously away
The reefs and shoals we saw
In the afternoon;
We crashed there in the evening.
Some looters seamen came to pick the debris
And all that was the ship;
The survivors are on the shore
Thinking of what next to do
The rest is planted on the soil of posterity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem