None is that place.
No ship. That is night-sea.
Have taken wicket salt-water of that sea,
Playing cricket.
I myself bowler and batsman.
Silence is all around, but sound of claps.
Stormy wind. Smile of tumbled blue whale!
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I would like to translate this poem
silence and sound of claps in thyself together! it's a nature of human!