A winding sea reflects the golden sun
The moon and the stars completing all left undone
Emotion and scar, the sea has none
A tide of hate and passionless lust
The sun much more powerful and beautiful than the sea shore
The golden sun has lost control of the tide, yet yields so much more
For the sun holds the strength of light and the sea has none
Though just the rise of the tides and the touch of the crest leave the sun cold and young
The sun holds the glory and the sea has none
So much more pathetic is the sea than the sun
As the stars and the moon complete what was won
The sea incomplete without the rise of the sun
Millions in the sea, in the sun there is one