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Version 2In your stillness, is there safety?And fright in your fury?In your stretch, is there facility?And in your contraction, difficulty?In your subsidence, is there humility?And pride in your tide?In your tranquility, is there sadness?And in your surge, easiness?O sea! O sea! Please tell me:Is there good and evil in thee?I stood at a night, dark and dusky,In attack and retreat was the sea.The sea never replied,Nor did the land,And when my night turned grey,To the horizon, Dawn made its way,I Heard a river singing.The Universe folding and unfolding,Good and evil in people you see…As ebb and tide in the sea.There can be as many prose translations of the abovestanzas as the poetic ones, due to the indeterminate natureof this kind of translation which is like painting, both beingfacets of art, governed by subjectivity and aestheticity,wherein different painters or even the same painter mayproduce different paintings of the same landscape.