Across the water distantly.
I see lights bobbing on the sea,
the lanterns of the fishermen
appear and disappear again.
The fisher folk who work at night
take full advantage of the light.
The moon provides for them to see
and sing her praises gratefully.
Their women folk left on the shore
pray to the Goddess they adore.
To bring their men safe home again,
their voices join the men’s refrain.
They look to sea to see the glow
of lanterns passing to and fro.
Nice poem Ivor! Don't know what we would do without the fisherman, Thanks for sharing this one! Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How do you do it? My praise is short, becasue your work speaks for itself.