Yonder is the mariner sailing his span
through the sea of the creation.
The waves may tremble him and
the tempest might end his errand.
(May the winds bless his elation.)
But they dare not warp the virtue
of his aspiration.
His destination immortally begins at the fairyland
and ends up towards the horizon,
where meet the divine and the shrine
to commence the creation of his endless span.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem