Having stayed for a while, ships put out to sea; Afterward they return even through heavy storms. My beloved, donít thou cry, nothing will happen to me - In about six months, Iíll as ever return. But wonít ever return those gotten my full trust - They were thy, O Sea, true and honorable sailors. At some times, I get dreams of what was in the past, And Iím sailing again with my very old fellows. Yet I want to believe there will come such a time, When the burning of ships isnít lifeís necessary pattírn. Iíll for certain return, thereís no reason for thy cry, Itís much better to smile at thy single-hearted captín.
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2004