How beautiful sea is at pleasure but I am crying by its shore. How the billowing waves could know that I kept the fire of my heart hidden abreast? I have dived deep under water. But why do you make me puzzled about your depth? Why do you make me crying by the seashore? Who made the moon sunk? But a moon made me sunk taking away everything of mine and hidden in the illusion of its flood of light. I have put my desires on the funeral pyre and I shall set them on fire. Hence who would put that off- Who would put that off? Why do you make me crying by the seashore? How beautiful sea is at pleasure!