Protect your children, dear ones,
Comes now the night.
See the stones turn, dance and song,
Give them your sight.
Tossed by waves, torn by gales,
Sea wolves now sleep.
On the cliffs of white, wall of the Isle,
Near the restless deep.
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I would like to translate this poem
Lovely words...thanks for sharing them...