Alone in a craft upon a barren sea
there is nothing within sight or sound
to gift comfort or nourish the soul
yet the silent winds lap softly
that scarce nothing is discovered
and the solitary air sits silent
the sea does not stirl without a stone
and a stone cannot be cast
without a hand to release it
and so a craft sits alone
upon a barren sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem