The gale rises on the sails of the song—
Boatman mine do stay strong at the helm.
That gale of yours, that gale gathers strength
It yearns to be set free this very moment,
The boat of life dances gaily on the waves
In rhythm attuned to the tempo of the gale.
The day has waned, the long night waxes slow,
There’s no one to accompany me on the quays.
Slash the ties, please let me sail—
We’ll journey in the light of the stars,
The melody stirs apace at the hour of the voyage.
* This poem is a free translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s song Haoa lage ganer pele.
