Here he strives in the swell of waves, All coming at once and much strong,
Some strength that keeps the sailor go on; that he attempts to steer the ship clear out of the storm.
A second hurricane raids his mind,
Made of thoughts gushing like powerful winds. Every day he swims through it,
Doubting whether he can make it or not.
He knows too well that hurricanes come and go, Much like the courage that seems high like Mountain ranges and the other second;
He finds it difficult to fathom what has happened to that courageous sailor: sees him beneath a shipwreck, gasping for life.
Mustering from the wreckage that he treasures, A firmer grip holds the rudder of his vessel. Sharp and bold, a distant vision of placid waters, He goes on with last bits of strength; enought to lift heaviest of the mountains.
Finally paving a sea route out to the sought harbour, He, the sailor, makes it to the envisioned dream; a land where life is seen again, smiling dockmen,
Ready to tend to the sailor - ready for another adventure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem