The time has come to part my dear feat
It's time for you to leave for distant seas.
The ever-changing winds and sweltering heat,
From them you'; ; never suffer a defeat.
The angry waves attack in vain the birth.
My darling, wave away the cloud of grief
I'll be with you for better or for worse
In thoughts, excuse my tears casual whiff.
Just wait, I'll touch loose-fitting sailor top
For luck at sea to be your bosom friend,
That'll keep your vessel and will never stop
And all calamities it'll put to end.
Take the Saint Nicholas icon with you
And let your Angel join him to preserve
You in our zealous prayers to review
And redirect the life that you deserve!
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