The trip to the deep was to wash
And drip off my weep and this ash
Trusted the sea and its sure salt
My resort at a minute to twelve
By a report heard it then dove
Mastered but will not suffocate
Whose air is this in the net?
Rose fair to where its set
Emptied this deep under a net.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem