In Memory of Joseph Conrad

Man of the sea, why are you departing, forever away, touching a sail on the ship that glides, fading as a wave? Winds of seas only waving, hugging flags goodbye for the brave. The sails of your ship are shyly caressing wind at play. Sorrow hymn is soaring and the grief is rising to the sky; requiem of songs under the clouds, reminiscent of your ply. Beyond depths of the ocean, you only become more silent. In solitude your hardship; also love was born, peace, and strength. Waves are rising and bowing - you on the ship as an island. Urns with homeland's soil are swinging slowly to the rhythm. Earth was bound with the ribbon of the water behind your ship. The birds flew down on us, in your books of imagination; there presiding, noble is spirit of right aspiration, vivid pictures, distant lands - true landscapes. Now awaits a grief, helm is free: forward, forward, guide to safety ship in distress; flee from rocks under water far, after thick fog is dispersed. The drums are playing long, in your honor, quiet requiem song. Requiem pageant, dark covered in silence standing, all aboard. Your noble urns of rest are anxious - saluted with the gong. Enlighten, we shall carry your thoughts to the sides of the World.