All the Men will be sailors then, untill the sea shall free them.

I will go back to the great sweet mother,/ Mother and lover of men, the sea.

Fishes live in the sea, as men do on land: the great ones eat up the little ones.

Many corpses will be floating in the sea,

Follow the river and you will find the sea

The river seeking for the seaConfronts the dam and precipice,Yet knows it cannot fail or miss;You will be what you will to be!