Boatman

Boat man! You said one day to me that you would row me across the river; but you’ve postponed my departure and evaded my requests.

I’m tired of waiting and the flame of hope you’ve kindled is burning me. Oh, will you not row me today?

This boat is lazy lying on the water-line tied with a rope to the bamboo. The bamboo is tired of the rope’s embrace and longs for the freedom of its loneliness.

Boatman, why don’t you unite the knot and grant freedom to the bamboo?

As a horse, shut up in a stable for long, neights and frets for a ride in the open, this boat, awakened from lazy sleep by passing winds, sways to and fro to rush on the river in its course of floating freedom.

We all wait for your decision of grace. Boatman, and from after off I hear the call of the sea to the river and the boat’s call to you!