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 half a year, Iíll as ever return.
But wonít ever return those who had 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 pattern.
Iíll for certain return, thereís no reason for thy cry,
Itís much better to smile at thy single-hearted captín.