The boat is sailing,
the boatman calls:
"Come sail along with me".
The blowing wind has it's charm,
the splash of the radar
by the evening
to meet the horizon,
the half lit stars
and the full grown moon.
Next morning, the birds sing,
the boatman calls:
"Come sail along with me".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem