Oh the sailors! When shall we reach the shore?
That I may die under this separation's core
Until the sun rises, night comes and goes the day
I shall sit here for my whole life and watch thy way
Parting's storm came and high rose the tides
Parting's dark sieged the ship from all the sides
The wind had to decide , will it reach the shore
The shore was away, the tides rose, the wind came more
The ship was nearly to sink about
He looked up and gave a painful shout
"I can't pass this part, lord of mine!
I see every where the death's sign"
Winds did stop, and became low
Ship's moving came too slow

Towards the ship, shore by itself did walk
He looked at her without a talk
Down to the ground pearls did fall
Of the mere, fell the separation 's wall
They met after days that were unable to count
They sat facing towards the horizon on the mount