Behold this bowl of water
This endless sea I see
The rising tide of crashing waves.
The frolics of seagulls
And countless seashells
Lying immobile on a sandy shore.
All fascinate and gladden my heart.
But I know a call from faraway will come
And to obey it, I shall be bound
To leave my home,my kith and kin,
To part with all that I have loved and cherished
To give up all that I possessed and called mine
Like a mad bird abandoning its own nest
I too shall fly away into the unknown
And though a hundred times you may call
I shall not come back
Nor heed your call
For once the call from faraway shall come
And to obey it, I shall be bound.