The boatman with his oar
Paddling over the open seas
So limpid and cool to feel
The breeze glides tenderly
-On that dawn of sailing.
Only the Phoenix and moon,
-Witnessed the boatman.
Sailing towards his way …
A destination he only knows
That may bring him
To the mountainside
-Of his dreams and passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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