When twilight charms the city breeze
The sea hums near but far beneath.
A film of milk stretches past sight
Glazes the moon, open and bright.
The sea's black crystals sway and shift
Reflecting the spoils of heaven's gift.
Far beneath the liquid stars,
Lies troves that rival those afar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem