As I sit alone in the darkness of the night,

Listening to that song coming from the sea,

A nostalgic longing of journey comes to me

Wrapping me like a whirlwind, raising me up

And take me away, away…


Oh, since then I have been looking for the way home,

Without recognizing it, finding it anymore…

Mircea M. Pop, Ulysse

translated from Romanian by Marcel Rus