Lie still， sleep becalmed， sufferer with the woundIn the throat， burning and turning. All night afloatOn the silent sea we have heard the soundThat came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.Under the mile off moon we trembled listeningTo the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud woundAnd when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singingThe voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.Open a pathway through the slow sad sail，Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boatFor my voyage to begin to the end of my wound，We heard the sea sound sing， we saw the salt sheet tell.Lie still， sleep becalmed， hide the mouth in the throat，Or we shall obey， and ride with you through the drowned.