Locked up in a midday hard as diamond

My eyes begin to fail.

The shore is charged with a fierce light:

A holiday of nails, broken glass, daggers,

Who will give me a helping hand?

And steamer and locomotive

Sirens carve the rippled air,

And crabs and lobsters crawl

Between fishermen’s stone hands,

And a crowd of screaming blacks

Pierces me like knives.

The shore is charged with a hot light.

Who will cover the fire of clouds,

Help me to wait for the cold night?

A holiday of lightning, flames, embers.

And the ocean rocks with boats

And glitters with crooked mirrors.

by Henrikas Radauskas

Translated by Jonas Zdanys