Travel

(Translated by: Abdulwaḥid Lu’lu’a)


Alone I am on the sea waves, O boat return.
In vain is waiting, my star will not come out.
The wind blew on the fearful, mad sea.
So, return to the quiet shore with my bleeding heart.

Return to the shore, go back, I no longer like to stay.
The sea took my friends away to where there is light.
Alone I am, O mariner, sorrow and tears.
The boat returns with me alone when the evening comes.

They went to the enchanted shore, as I returned alone,
They went, except me, as I returned with my sorrow.
I gained nothing in my trip, except my yearning and fatigue. So
So, O sea, let this be the last of my hopes.

How, O sea, has the caravan disappeared behind the island?
How does the dream of travel wither in my enamoured heart?
Your waves, O sea, could not heal the departure pain.
So, let me return, there is no pity now in the destiny heart.

Let me return to the dark shore, a frightened heart,
Burying my dreams, and living like a flower in the desert,
Forever watering my chants with the sorrows of the perplexed,
Forever dreaming of the dawn but finding no day.

O, Boat! Return with me, there is no longer a dream,
The caravan is gone, and no star will shine on my horizon.
What do I hope for, when around me is the evening,
And storms, and night phantoms, and sea?

Oh, shore! Oh, spring of my dreams! Farewell!
The oar is bored with my hands pushing and struggling.
How can I meet you when the wind has torn my sail?
And my hope in you among the waves, oh shore, is lost.

Let me return, there is no travel today to the fair horizon.
I shall not see the shore, shall not dream under the palm shades.
Tomorrow is my major journey to the sunset valley.
Ah! Let me journey to it. It is time to go.
So, Farewell caravan and sorrows be turned off by death.
It is time the tunes to quit my guitar and lute.
So welcome, O death! Welcome O remains!


(Complete Works, I, 1971 pp.513-516. 37.1945)