I Hail You, Old Ocean Lyrics

No one knows how much love my aspirations towards the beautiful contain.
Your secret destiny I know not: all that concerns you intrigues me.
I wish that human majesty could be the embodiment of the reflection of your own.
I ask of you, anxiously, so much and hope you stand with me, and this wholehearted wish casts glory onto you.
I want this to be the last stanza of my invocation. Consequently, just once more I would hail you and bid you farewell!

Oh wretched humans, those living waves, die in a dreary way one by one: but leave no frothy noise, nothing alike your blustering roar, or your grand dissolve.
The bird of passage rests confidently on the waves, lets itself be borne by their motion full of proud grace, until its wing-bones have readied to continue the aerial pilgrimage.

Stir yourself impetuously...more...still more if you want me to compare you to the vengeance of God. Extend your livid claws, tearing out a pathway in your own breast.
Unroll your frightful breakers, hideous ocean - understood by only myself - before whom, at whose knees, I fall prostrate. Man's majesty is borrowed; it shall not ever awe me as you do.
Oh, when you advance, crest high and fearsome, surrounded by torturous coils as by a royal court, mesmeric and savage, rolling your waves one on the other, conscious of what you are, while you force from the depths of your bosom as if overwhelmed by an intense remorse I cannot fathom, this perpetual muffled booming which men so much dread even when they contemplate you in safety, trembling on the shore; then I see that I do not possess the notable right of declaring myself your equal. And that is why in the presence of superiority I would give you all of my love. If you did not make me dwell sadly upon my fellow men who, in ironic contrast to you, form the most buffoonish antithesis ever seen in creation.

I cannot love you, for I loathe you. Why do I return to you for the thousandth time, to your friendly arms that open to caress my burning brow - which sees fever flee upon contact!
Tell me whether you are the abode of the only one whose depths are deeper even than yours. Tell me, Ocean (me alone, so as not to sadden those who have yet known only illusions); tell me if this breath creates the storms that hurl your salty waters up to the clouds. This you must tell me because I would rejoice at knowing hell so close to man.

Old Ocean, with waves of crystal...my eyes well with copious tears, and I don't have the strength to proceed, for I feel that the moment has come to return among men, with their brutal demeanour. But...take heart! Let us walk towards meaning, and with a sense of duty fulfill our destiny upon this earth. I Hail You, Old Ocean!
I Hail You, Old Ocean!
I Hail You, Old Ocean!
I Hail You, Old Ocean!
I Hail You...!