Translation:Baltic to Tatras, sonnets / V. On the sea (The Sailor)

„Thus, he so far? ! You in loneliness? !” He became silent – and in mind only dared to add: „I if I had similar, I would have dreamed the life But I stand and I drown soul in her eyes!” He began again: – „O, how beautiful in the light of the month Sitting near themselves in a boat to hum sad song, To flow, to flow, and to flow, and though would not come back Only to flow and to sing and to love without end!” Though there is no feather of smoke on these hills And crown of the flames above them does not burns If the volcano more fiery than the heat of Vesuvius Boils and boils over in the men's secret depths of bosom Wouldn't a woman's soul ignite from him...? Who’s He? Sailor from the North. I will not tell who’s she.