English:

The sail is whitening alone
In blue obscurity of sea:
What did it leave in country own?
What does it want so far to see?

The wind is strong, the mast is creaking,
The wave is playing with the wave…
But not a fortune is it seeking,
Nor from this fortune is its way.

By it a stream is bright as azure,
By beams of sun it`s warmed and blessed
But it is seeking gales as treasure,
As if the tempests give a rest.

Ebonics:

Da sail, it iz whitening alone
In blue obscurity o`sea:
What did it jet in country own?
What do it wants so far ta see?

Da wind iz strong, da mast iz creaking,
Da wave iz playing wiff da wave…
But not uh fortune iz it seekin`,
Nor from dis here fortune iz its way.

By it iz fuckin` stream iz bright as azure,
By beams o`sun it`s warmed an` bless`d
But it iz seekin` gales as treasure,
As if da tempests give uh rest and shit.