I will row furiously upon the beady sail of morality
A distance away from the land of legality
sailing heart in hand among the reckless seas of religiosity
a wide out berth from the state of insanity.
the window of my ship is made of the wood of tolerance
to keep away the chilly splash of prejudices
The fire of hope keeps me warm
Aye! I sail away to a far distant land
to seek refuge among the mountains
of the city that lies ashore in view
the name of the city?