When the sea gets down to its lovely singing,
It washes waves ashore, upbringing,
A spray of white foam, at its mouth,
Smiling at the North, and grimacing at the south.
Holding hands like true friends,
Turning together at life’s harsh bends,
The waves, like siblings forever,
Even acts like a mother, always a life-giver.
Bows in reverence to the holy sun,
Is so mysterious, like the darkest one,
Dives right down, unafraid,
In times of peril, it never fails to come to our aid.