What of the tired,

Tattered,

Seafaring Man?

Steady as she goes,

No port on horizon.

Sing to the seas,

Sing to birds.

Time passing by.

What of the tired,

Tattered,

Seafaring man?

Surrounded,

By thousand generations.

Brother sets,

Follow Sisters stream across the water.

What of the tired,

Tattered,

Seafaring man?

Steady as she goes,

No port on horizon.

Sing to the seas,

Sing to birds.

Time passing by.

~Ani Po