quietness calls me to be on ship,
peace, gaiety, and friendship.
Farewell my town to the north seas,
greenness, water and date trees.
The ship is running,
People are laughing
Today has no harm,
the young are arm to arm,
The bird flies to the farm,
The sky is clear,
The ship calls us, no fear.
People are hand to hand,
music gives charming by a band.
Look at the wonderful Nile
No sadness, all people are smile
What a lovely day,
Boredom escapes away.
The ships calls us to land
Friends are free hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quietness ▪ the quietness of the forest/neighborhood ▪ quietness doesn't mean the the ship but the place where i go.