I am the surf-tormented shore
All the shingles hurt me day and night
Pain turns into froth
I am all out –stretched to bear the knock of tide
I can bear no more

I am the sand-drenched shore
In the moonlit night
The lovers come to write canzon
With all their tears
I watched their agony and their pain
I feel tired I can bear no more.

I am the silent salt-estranged shore
So many people came
So many types of them
Boys, girls, children, men and women.
Rich, poor, pious and criminals
Poets and idiots all
They come and they go
I can bear these no more..