Solitude

Falling on my back in the blue sands In perfect loneliness such as the seal Even the favor of the cold moonbeam caressing my brow Does more harm to my mounting anger.

푸른 모래밭에 자빠져서 나는 물개와 같이 완전히 외롭다. 이마를 어르만지는 찬 달빛의 은혜조차 오히려 화가 난다.

Falling aback in blue sands Lingering in the loneliness As the last look of a single seal Scanning the vast sea. Unwelcome caresses Of cold moonbeams across my brow Do not favor My mounting anger.