How far a distance have I come
since last I set my course?
The tide has run, the wind has blown,
to steer me with their force.
And so I fear I'm nowhere near
the safety of the port.
And which direction should I sail,
if refuge lies athwart.
I look upon the starboard view,
the sun is going down,
so I will take a westward tack,
where harbor may be found.
For this is how the journey goes,
a calculated plea,
with only hope to guide the ship,
and save me from the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope is a wonderful guide, lovely write