v1.5 Ode to the Sea 海への賛歌

First the yearning, then blown the horn 
First the want, then the Will is known.  
First the flesh, then incarnated.
All things divine are thus born from the dross, while
predates every thought of flesh's own birth.
What Idea is, is but Chance. A sense, a smell, a cloud.
Of ink for what is come to be written down, as poets sing.
What is flesh but the ink's ocean----creation's inkwell?
And is not all hollow desires' God's pencil?
What is Man, but a walking song.
What is his destiny, but make his music known---
Do not all eternities come from Neptune and his mermaids below the tides
And is not salt-scented siren Fate's own eternal song?
The Wayward-Path is always towards the blue expanses.
The Sorrow, the Pain, the Struggle, and the Will.
In eternal blue of tragedy found itself aplenty, and carry All-Might.
And in ink-stained depths found itself overflowing like tears
tears mirroed unto the sky, which made the burning firmament of stars All-Known