Touch my sail with your fresh gush of wind, break my anchor –

I do not even regret if I sink.

Morning has slipped away in vain; the evening seems to follow,

Please do not restrict me near the shore.

I keep myself awake through the night looking for the boatman,

The waves toying with me every now and then.

I wish to make friends with the storm, never be terrorised with,

Leave me alone, O dear, I am comforted if I catch wind.

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