Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,I pray you tell to me Is there a land where Love is not,By shore of any sea？
For I am weary of the god,And I would flee from him Tho' I must take a ship and goBeyond the ocean's rim.
"I know a port where Love is not,The ship is in your hand, Then plunge your sword within your breastAnd you will reach the land."