As long as you receive the sea,
those waving circles of the sea
into your open eyes,
you feel all depth, every frontier
drowning in you.
But your foot touches a wave
and you think: it is the sea
that dwelt in me,
spreading such calm around, such cool.
Oh, to drown! to be drowned, first leaning out,
then slowly slipping—you can’t feel steps in the ebb,
trembling you rush down.
A soul, only a human soul sunk in a tiny drop,
the south snatched into the current.