With marvels most unheard of did I start
My sails all set by visions pleasurable.
And, ho! Wished I from voyage ne´er to part,
Nor end to crossing seas immeasurable!

Alas, my transport shipwrecked, most insidious!
Cast to the ground is all sweet harmony.
This happy mind infected beyond vicious
Sweet aspirations turned a bitter irony.

Oh were I not a sailor on these oceans
And had these winds not turned to whip!
Pray! lullabies or spirit potions -
Come to my help, on board this rolling ship!

Albeit, let whirlpools drown the world and roar,
Come I from this all stronger than before.