This destitute soul swims upstream
And the silent riverbed keeps memories of the bygone heroes
Who were defeated by the ruthless current.
The fading ashore like a mirage
And this poor chap almost tired.
'It's a long journey my dear chum
And nobody returns with the trophy.'
An old ferryman's sad voice echoes in a distance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melancholy shows its sad face in this poignant song about man and his ceaseless struggle against the life's cruel current. Beautifully captured image. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥