The seagulls sang in the sunlit sky,
Over the waves you could hear their cry,
Among the rocks and the seaweed tall
The seagulls are circling large and small.
Over the Downs and the chimney stacks,
Seagulls are seeking out crevice and cracks.
Out by the water seagulls are flying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem