Silent ship

If it is the day to weigh anchor from the time,1

A ship to unknown sails from this port.

She advances quietly as if she has no passenger at all;

Neither a rag nor an arm waves in that hail.

People in the dock are woeful of this voyage,

They look at the black horizon for days with moist eyes.

Wretched hearts! This is neither the last ship sailing away!

Nor the last sorrow of this sorrowful life!

In the world, the loved and the lover wait in vain;

For they do not know that gone lovers shall never return.

Each of the many departers are happy from their place,

Many years have passed; nobody returned from the journey

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