El Mar ( Αγγλικά μετάφραση)
Ere Dream - or Terror - had begun to glean
its web of myth and broad cosmogony,
ere Time had settled unto days, the Sea -
the ever Sea - existed and had been.
Who is the Sea? Who is the old tormentor
who has for ages sapped the earthly shore,
and who at once is one and countless more,
and randomness and storm and fall and splendor?
Each time one sees the sea is yet the first.
The spellbound soul takes in the peremptory
display of primal things: the moonshine glory,
the shifting skies, the gaze in flames immersed.
Who is the Sea, who am I? I shall find
the day my agony is left behind.