BARCAROLLE

Kaarlo Sarkia(1902-1945)

There's frost on the ground,

       soon shall snow.

Someone is rowing me away

       - this is like a dream,

me to the sea fetches.

       Fell the red night.

Seaward we row,

       and fire and blood

is the bridge of dusk.

       - I grieved, rejoiced once -

- Who shouted 'death'? -

       Joy in your eyes hides

and laughs your mouth:

       Life to death smiles,

spring new to the autumn.

       Gold all around,

land black is left behind,

       left forever.

I am fire blazing.

       To the sea swims the boat.

Away with the hamlet,

       tired I am of hamlets.

Away you can row me

       to the rocking arms of the sea,

not back fetch.

      I can't grieve,

the road of winds is mine.

      The joys of the soil can end,

I will receive the mirth of the waves,

       the land I don't miss.

 

Waters, surge!

      To be with the sea, the heaven!

Towards the great main!

       If we hit a shoal,

with you I will drown, without fear.

Barcarola was published in the collection Unen kaivo(1936).

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