The foaming wave asked of the wind to please
Calm down the sea and not to sink the fleets,
To stop unleashing fierce and angry gales,
Not to attack the rocky shore with wails.
But the wind doesn’t hear the hoary moan.
It blows still harder, cresting every drone.
It won’t notice the sailors in their woe:
The wind has ruled the waves long years ago.
The foaming wave asked of the wind
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