Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far, I pray you tell to me Is there a land where Love is not, By shore of any sea?
For I am weary of the god, And I would flee from him Tho' I must take a ship and go Beyond the ocean's rim.
"I know a port where Love is not, The ship is in your hand, Then plunge your sword within your breast And you will reach the land."
