On and on the vessel skimmed
silent through the night waves
and by and past flew lands
till in the open seas
where the moon passage formed
on bosom of the waves
the vessel skimmed and sailed
that night ah! that night
that night was one of spell
there was more magic than one should tell
alone and without hands
the vessel plied the waves
only voices heard
were of shrouds ghost and slaves
that in the past gone by
the vessel plied the waves
by now the slaves were shrouds
and
on and on the vessel skimmed
silent through the night waves
and by and past flew lands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem