Open skies and taut horizon line
Seaweed strands that feet entwine
The haunting rhythm of waves and sea
The thought that this world belongs to me;
To know these things when you are young
To know that freedom’s song is sung
To skip with joy on tide-firmed sand
On the beauteous fringes of the land;
Bring me the sea breeze, tinged with cold
In the days far off when I am old
To know that I once stood here, wild and free
That I once gazed out over the sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem