The sunrise and sunset,
Were as usual.
Were as usual.
Once, when he stopped,
On the sideways.
Suddenly heavy winds arrived,
Took him to sky.
Into shapeless clouds,
That rained for sure,
Rained in the meadows,
For a dormant sleep.
Shaken by the sailor,
He got up.
Tired and Hungry,
Fed by the sailor.
Three pieces of bread.
And spare butter.
Like thousands other, he jumped down,
Into the pious lap.
Well-wishers, be thou cheer,
He landed there.