SUMMER DAY

The sea rests morning-still,
never does it seem to have had storms,
like a mighty spirit
sunnily morning-still,
heavy with devotion - light
with clarity's strength.
Sharply and exactly is mirrored
the cliffs' naked precipice.
Transparently simple
lie the wide depths.
Clear-lined,
light and pure all stands,
drawn surely in airy calm,
washed in the fragrance of salt.
Clear-lined,
even and pure, with thought alone
the day strides into the sky's light,
fine as a precious stone.

For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.