Oceana, bridal Oceana, thigh of the islands
Sing to me here, by my side, the vanished
Chants, signs, numbers of the desired river.

 
I want to hear the invisible, that which fell
From time to the equinoctial mantle of the palm trees.
Give me the secret wine contained in each syllable [bad word] and going of foams, of races of honey
Fallen to the marine vase over the reefs.

 
Oceana, recline your night in the castle
That awaited forever your [bad word] In each wave that the sea elevated in the sea
And then it wasn't you the [bad word] But the sea but the sea

 
I'm craving to be nothing but marine stone,
Statue, lava, tower, a monument
Where the waves that crash have disappeared:
Seas that died with chant and traveler.

 
Oceana, give me the shells of the reef
To cover the walls with their lightning
The Spondylus, heros crowned with thorns
The splendor of the murex on the rocks:
You know how, over the ultramarine salt,
In his vessel of snow, the Argonaut sails.