From the Multitude of Masts

From the multitude of masts
Setting out with seagulls' cries,
How many will be torn apart as
Winds rise, waves rise?

Of those migratory birds
Filing land and sea with cries,
How many will be drowned as
Waves rise, winds rise?

If you throw away good fortune
Or ideals, likewise
You'll be followed everywhere, when
Winds rise, waves rise.

The subtlety of what you write
They'll never recognize,
Yet your song will sing in flight
As waves rise, winds rise.

Dintre sute de catarge
English translation by Brenda Walker
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