The sailors and storms

Today Indus has spewed poison, the

waves have become youthful, today the tide has risen

in the heart and in the Indus

Let the sailors turn towards the storms

Say something in the voice of the waves,

weigh courage in this darkness,

sometimes you get

the love of the storms in life, turn the storms towards the sailor's own helm

Knowing this limitless, own limit,

even the ocean knows it

the effigy of clay, human

never gave up.

Let the sailors turn towards the storms

The ocean has its own capacity,

but when does the boater get tired,

as long as there is vibration in the breath,

his hand does not stop, on

its own strength, he has

crossed the seven oceans.

Turn towards the storms, let the sailors take their own helm.