Die stroom van verlange The stream of longing
Vloei na die see Flows to the sea
In die verste diepte To the furthest depth
Van sy blou heimwee. Of its blue nostalgia
Die sande wag The sands lie awaiting
Vir die verre wind The distant wind -
Die rotse aanskou The rocks gaze on
Die spelende see. The playing sea
In een oomblik In one moment
Spring die vis omhoog The fish leaps on high
Deur die son beskilder Painted by the sun
Dan ewig dood. Then dead eternally.
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 4:10 AM UTC
Die stroom van verlange The stream of longing
Vloei na die see Flows to the sea
In die verste diepte To the furthest depth
Van sy blou heimwee. Of its blue nostalgia
Die sande wag The sands lie awaiting
Vir die verre wind The distant wind -
Die rotse aanskou The rocks gaze on
Die spelende see. The playing sea
In een oomblik In one moment
Spring die vis omhoog The fish leaps on high
Deur die son beskilder Painted by the sun
Dan ewig dood. Then dead eternally.
(following Jeannine Davidoff's example!)(in Die Oes)
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