In the starlit night, I'm sitting on the beach,
And listening to mantras of the sea.
I can hear many subtly profound things
Of which this wanton world no longer sings.
Moment by moment, Time moves so slowly
Here. Ordinary words and notions freeze.
The moon is visible intermittently
Through the thin cloud cover. The summer breeze
Has ceased and reality has now merged
With strange dreams, that seem to whisper and urge
Me, to contemplate Nature's dark beauty;
Which ebbs and flows, like the waves on the sea.
Although it is still, quiet and quite warm,
In late July, I sense autumnal storms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem