Fish, the sea, fish.

Oh fish, why do you not come?
I have chosen food of the best for you,
But you do not desire it.
Oh fish, though the hook is ready for your mouth,
Still you swim in the depths of the sea.

The sea is made of voices.
Never ceasing, always sounding,
Roaring forever,
Until the world's end.

The sea is of images.
Light, reflections, dazzle the eye.
I am blind, oh fish.
I have seen the sea too long.
You are blind, oh fish.
You see only the sea.

The sea is of death.
Cold, lifeless, devouring,
Rather than making,
The potter's wheel would shatter the world.

Oh Fish!
The hook is for your tongue,
The worm for your belly!
The line a tie,
Never to be broken!

Oh fish!
I would give you to eat,
Take you to eat,
Such the flame,
The sea shall not drown!

Oh fish, why do you not come?
I have chosen food of the best for you,
But you do not desire it.
Oh fish, though the hook is ready for your mouth,
Still you swim in the depths of the sea.