So clear are you, young princess of the blue.
You hold the seven seas at your command.
Your siren's voice can strike my heart of rue.
And fill it with your love. I well demand
That you should take my soul, and find an isle
Where it may rest encircled by your grace.
If I could sleep in your embrace a while.
And make your shifting land my resting place.
But your deep blue would gladly turn me white.
And feast on breath, until my freezing chest
Would well collapse. I lack brave Marduk's fight.
To take up arms and sickly seas contest.
Blue princess wild. I shall not take your hand.
I must confess that I prefer the land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem