English Translation by John Dewey
You, my wave upon the ocean,
Creature of caprice and whim,
Whether resting or in motion,
With what wondrous life you brim!
Laughing in the sunlight, flashing
Heaven’s mirrored edifice,
Or in frenzy tossing, thrashing
In the turbulent abyss –
How you charm me with the gentle
Murmur of your love-filled sighs –
Move me with your elemental
Raging, your prophetic cries!
Be you by the rip-tide shaken,
Be your aspect dark or bright,
Yet keep safe what you have taken,
Guard it in your azure night.
To your gentle undulation
Votive offering I made:
Not a ring was my oblation,
Neither emerald nor jade –
In that fateful moment, carried
Onwards by enchantment rare,
In your depths not these I buried,
But my heart, that beats yet there.