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Aava (English version)

My joy of the island I want to share,
my life and time which was blissful.

By rowing I learned this weird island,
it was no fantasy nor was it air.

...
..
.
The horror of the howling storm,
by force took my malformed body.

Never will I again experience beauty,
as the island to me presented.

Author notes

This is a loose translation. Check out the original "Aava" for comparison.

Ps. Translating a poem is HARD.

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  • Shamanicmusings
    January 25, 2008
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    Did you mean to put never?
    Anyhow it was an interesting piece.


    • g-tonttu
      January 26, 2008
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      Yeah...misspelling corrected.
      Thanks for the feedback.