I have become accustom to the clouds
The deity that holds me away leaves me thinking out loud
For I can no longer hear the voices around me
For the boom and crash of my own thoughts create a violent sea
A sea where the captain is lost but does not want to go down with this ship
Could these waves of emotion cause this venturer to see his last trip
All he ever wanted was to see the land
Can he ever find such happiness, this worn out man
For if not, at least an island; hope
Far too many waves are here; he'll never cope
Soon in a pile of rocks will his ship be forever shelved
His own worst enemy which he finds to be himself
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I would like to translate this poem
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