Of All The Ships
Of all the ships the ocean rolls
How many find untimely graves
Piled high by you upon the shoals,
O waves and winds, o winds and waves?
How many a bird that leaves its bower
And o'er the sky in autumn draves
You beat and blindly overpower,
O winds and waves, o waves and winds?
Should easy luck or high endeavour
Be our aim it little saves,
For you pursue our footsteps ever,
O waves and winds, o winds and waves.
Still, it is past our comprehending
What design your song enslaves,
Rolling on until time's ending,
O winds and waves, o waves and winds.
English version by Corneliu M. Popescu
Transcribed by Oana Platon
10th class A
Alexandru Papiu Ilarian " Highschool Dej, Romania
Teacher coordinator: Cornelia Platon