To My Dear Wave

You are like the waves, you come and go again and again and left me alone in this numb pain. Does wave ever ask the sea-shore whether she wants to hold him a little more? Whether the thirst he has urged, by touching her to the verge, is completed, or she wants more? Ask the sea-shore once, and she'll reply like that, "no, dear wave, I have the whole life left for you to adore. This longing has no end. It's not the earthly urge, but my heart wants to keep it for a lifetime sustained".