Like a mariner's sleepless, anxious eyes
Catch sight of the greenery of a far isle
My hope with a sigh finds refuge in you.
Above his adrift yacht when seagulls circle
His heart leaps up with joy that the birds
Are none other than your winged love.
His soul elates in the scent of your soil,
He longs to land, carried to him by the gale
And his fear like fog in the sun vanishes
Might and mirth melt down from my peaks
My shelter is still distant, beyond the horizon
Where meet in unison reality and illusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem