The Day Passes, On The Bare Seashore

The day passes in the snow-drenched valleys,

The sky is tranquil, the birds are singing over the verdant hills,

The fathomless sea, calm and still,

I outpour my melody lonely, sweet-symphony of rhythmic waves, 

Looking at the tinkling stars, dripping sky 

I feel serenity and joy, and I sense ductile rain deep into the ocean of joyous soul,

Time! Immaculate, unalloyed and unadulterated, unmixed mirth ineffable,

Life passes, on the bare seacoast,

The day sulks quietly, and the blue-bright flower sings cheerfully,

The love blooms, one sickle more, the newly blossomed flower on the same wide seashore shore...