He talked to me about his trips,
'bout troubled seas and sails;
his youth was given to the ships;
had salted taste his nails.
I used to travel with his poem;
my captain, I, mermaid.
Drunk was I from his jeroboam;
my lips for his were made.
Oh my beloved! I need to see
the seagulls in your eyes;
I need to fly as wave in sea;
you from my depths to rise.
How can I ever feel and match
for you as grain in sand,
which you can't see and you can't touch
and you avoid to mind?
REFRAIN
Oh god of seagulls and sea trips,
don't let on me to bail
I want him by my side, my lord
to sing my song of whale!


