There goes the fisherman,
With his loved net,
And the boat so that he can,
Catch bounteous fish before the sunset.
He wishes for a friendly river,
For a lucky day,
The wind to be in his favour,
Like the sun's ray.
Waits like the passengers at station his family,
Praying for his life, praying for his safety.
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