In the beginning was the Word, The Word of bitter grief and pang... Thereafter was the islands’ birth, And they abandoned the Mainland. They travelled about without freight Through many thousands of miles and years, And every island changed its face, But kept the law and honor of the Earth. In the beginning was the Word, The Word of bitter grief and pang... Thereafter was the sailors’ birth, And they abandoned the Mainland. The Shore holds them as sure as safe, And they’ll for certain come back to the Earth - They keep the rigorous ship-shape, They keep the law and honor of the Earth. My stand is novel, in science quite unheard, It’s rather brave and free of any heed - The Word that was in the beginning of this world Just couldn’t be another word than “sea”!
       
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2012
(akbarmuhammad.awardspace.co.uk)
[The last stanza is adapted from
George Tokarev’s “In the beginning was the Word...”.]