I am sorry to hear the greenery is about,
The blackness of the sea replies to this;
What I have suffered is of the sea,
Your tongue shall speak forever.
Never say a wicked word for it is thrown
To pieces, splendid steeds interrogate.
Its paces, its actions are numberless,
May the hunt flow like the raging wind,
I am sorry for the causes, the consequences.
My war with the sea is between you and me,
To begin it will end it, shall it?
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