It was by chance we met
on that ship to Patras.
Myself, I was drunk with travel,
a boy of seventeen with the wide world before him.
Or maybe it was just the wine.
You, you were smiling,
a girl of seventeen on her way back home.
You took my hand, dashed off with me to your room,
you opened the door.
And I, I smiled and said goodbye.
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I would like to translate this poem
goodbye nice work good luck 10+