Mar antiguo traducción al Inglés

I left the steppe
Tired and dazed;
Anxiety Grass
There are no other worlds
But if there are other eyes,
Calm waters,
In which to anchor.
Ancient sea, wild mother,
Of uncertain shelter that cradles the olive grove.
My soul moans, confused and sad;
Blue eyes in which to sink.
I've missed you so much
Small and fleeting homeland;
That when the hurricane arrives cruelly from the north
Don't turn off in your home port.
Ancient sea, wild mother,
On your shores on my knees I will pray.
Absurd land that made me absurd,
Nostalgia for a blue future in which to anchor.
Sad and tired, with old friends
The wine and the singing;
As long as there is an olive tree in the olive grove
And a lateen sail in the sea.
Forgotten old gods
Keep us free from all evil.
Ancient sea, wild god
Of the oak and the gray olive grove.