Sails my boat of song
Along melody of the form-sea.
To no embargo it pays heed;
It does not pause in fear of anybody.
Both night and day it proceeds,
Like far airplane upon wind of psyche.
All unholy practices, path-inhibiting,
Having hurdled, it goes on untiringly.
Straight ahead will it go, it is going,
In a song of humankind, birds, and beasts,
Towed by the Unknown Traveler's appeal,
With hopeful speech for company.
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Your path I follow, even though its goal I do not see.
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