Countless blades of watery knives
dance before my dazzled eyes.
The sun's rays bounce off snow white walls
colliding with my shrivelled brow.
The walnut faced fisherman pours wine
into the sea for Poseidon's delectation.
Beseeching him to intercede with Helios
before our brains are fried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem