To which unknown world
are You bound, my friend,
drifting upstream with the flow tide,
in the breeze boat of (my) mind?

You have cut Yourself adrift
from the moorings of the shore
and, with a tempest's speed
rush towards mid sea.
What melody intoxicates You,
tell me, please.

Extinguishing the candle's light
came the tempestuous night,
making You drunk with its song,
carrying You far from the shore.

To which unknown world
are You bound, my friend,
in the breeze boat of my mind?