Swaying wildly on the waves of uncertainty,
On the turbulent ocean of my test,
Sailed by the oars of my craving heart,
In the boat of my hope and happiness,
I started to find the island of my love.
On the waves roaring and soaring,
Amid the sways and jerks,
The boat moves on.
I can see the turbulence dying astern,
Alas, who would see the growing one in my heart.
The Island of my love “You O My Dearest”,
Appears, but seems far and near as well.
Far, as it is, away away away,
Near as I see it through my heart.
Will I ever reach it, or have I already reached.
O my boat, stay strong,
O my oars, don’t calm down.
O my Dearest, open your arms,
Take me out of the sea,
Receive me with my boat and oars.
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