It was much like a sigh languid and deep,
The sea's rumble that evening... The day,
Refusing to let go, clung from the cliffs
With golden claws.
Then the sea raised its bosom mightily,
The sun at last sinking in the waves,
Its gilt forehead reclining in a magnificent bed,
Melting away in opalescent embers.
For my poor aching body,
For my sad lacerate soul,
For my distressed, stiff heart,
For my bitter, weary life…
The sea much beloved, the sea so coveted,
The sea, the sea, and nothing else to care for!...
English Translation by Juan Ribó Chalmeta