The day is closing.
The sailor has collected his nets.
He is sleeping with his face covered.
Perhaps, he has seen his beloved
In the darkness.
Who were of a firm determination,
Have returned with pearls of their choice.
Could not keep company with them.
And the sun is setting.
Now, he has come to strange shores
Where there is no one
On the right or on the left.
Even the near and dear ones have departed.
His native land has become foreign to him now.