Away out on the starboard beam
Betwixt the stars and earth
Beneath the laden storm clouds
The distant shore lights gleam
The ship that passes on this night
Is a phantom passing through
The wind that whistles in its sails
Is a sailors nightmare
That drives the ship away
He dreams of waves and open sea
Of forever sailing on
Of tempest dark and gloomy depths
Deep sleep far below
To wander in the night
No glance at twinkling lights
Just a phantom passing through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a shrewed and piercing piece of art, which dives into 'dark and gloomy depths' of the perceptive soul.