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In a reverse direction of translation, we can furnish twoversions of Michael Nu’aima’s beautiful poem,addressing the sea: Version 1Is there security in your serenity?Panic in your rage?Is there relief in your stretching ?Or distress in your shrinking?Is there humility in your dropping?Glory in your rising?Sadness in your silenceOr happiness in your surging;O sea! Do tell meGood and evil in thee?The night was dark,The sea is in retreat and attack,I was standing, for an answer waiting,But the sea did not tell me.Nor did the land.And when my night hoary turned,And dawn the horizon darkened,A song was the river chantingAnd the world pleating and spreadingpeople you find good and evil,In sea, there is rising and ebbing.