Let me sound the waves crashing the rocks;
the foam and sea mingling with life's shore.
Let me be the call, within my heart,
of the sky lark that is no more...
The dance of the seagull within its death,
the limpet clang of the bells of war;
Let me be the sigh of the lovers' breath
and the cry of the mother's roar...
Let me rest in the bosom of life's repose
In the seed that will grow and become the rose;
Let me die in the arms of the one I adore
and live on in a love that is no more...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem