Pick up your oar, sweet -

Pick up your oar, sweet -

And row with me forthwith

Away from the huddled reeds;

Away - away, my intrepid!

The canyon rim keeps us

And also the foot of time

And sufficient tenderness

To carry us on wave and whim.

What will we find further on?

Yeshua and the angels expect

What lies on the horizon;

Let us go forth on account.