Ships, passing in the night,
unheard, unseen, drifting
Alike, yet opposite
unknown until they collide
with the wrenching of wood,
They meet, each battering,
giants bent on vengeance
Though broken, neither falls
Finally, the waters calm
and wreckage lines the shore
Rebuild and play again,
a game of hit-and-miss
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I would like to translate this poem