lone white sail shows for an instant
Where gleams the sea, an azure streak.
What left it in its homeland distant?
(In alien parts) 
What does it seek?..

The billow play, the mast bends creaking,
The wind, impatient, moans and sighs... 
It is not joy that it is seeking,
Nor is it happiness it flies.

The blue waves dance, they dance and tremble,
The sun's bright rays caress the seas.
And yet for storm it begs, the rebel,
As if in storm lurked calm and peace!..

Translated by Irina Zheleznova