The stunning seas that
Surround
The capes
The white and distant
Spumes
He surging cliffs
The honey-comb of caves
And caverns
Echoing
With ever wave and rustle of the
Waters
Of creamy red
The sea shone in the blinding
Dusk
That day
Into those desert solitudes
Whose habit be to haunt the plains
Of old Mtahleb!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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