Ocean

The sea is calm tonight.
high-tide moon is beautiful
In the channel; light on the French Coast
Hikari is gone. English cliffs stand
Glimmering in the distance over a calm bay.
Come to the windowsill, the night air is sweet!
Only from long spray lines
Where the sea meets the land exposed to the moon
listen! you hear the crunching roar
Of the pebbles fluttering by the waves,
When she returned to High Beach,
start, stop and start again
Bring it with a slow, trembling rhythm
Eternal notes of sorrow.