Standing fast a bounding-rock at sea,
hits a big surge, pounds it hard
the howling breakers.
Seaweeds dash against ,
swirling away in the backwash tide.
Memory, time is flowing down like to condense ,
without length of time .
Hope, mind is creeping out like to hold itself ,
without boundary of sky.
The first torch of sun light flares out over the horizon.
The wheeling sun begins to looks down on the sea,
East and West, rising and setting,
turning it the world beneath.
With the rays of dawn when the sea is going red ,
still the rock stands fast.
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