The ocean said to me once, 
"Look! 
Yonder on the shore 
Is a woman, weeping. 
I have watched her. 
Go you and tell her this -- 
Her lover I have laid 
In cool green hall. 
There is wealth of golden sand 
And pillars, coral-red; 
Two white fish stand guard at his bier. 
"Tell her this 
And more -- 
That the king of the seas 
Weeps too, old, helpless man. 
The bustling fates 
Heap his hands with corpses 
Until he stands like a child 
With a surplus of toys."                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really loved this poem