Early, early in the morning I walk where my Boat stands,
The world where full of Water, away from the dry land.
I and my boat shall sail and sail in the midst of water where the land's end.
The journey I shall starts to meet my handful of fish,
A poor man like me who sail s only boat and cast nets just to fulfill my wish.
O haya,o haya ohaya...o haya re....
O haya,o haya ohaya...o haya re....
A man like us boat s and nets only a wishing dreams,
Sailing in the midst of water where tides and waves screams.
Where a poor fisherman sails and sing, Hoping to get the handful of bream.
The journey I shall starts to meet my handful of fish,
A poor man like me, who sail only boat and cast nets, just to fulfill my wish.
O..!haya..ohaya o...!haya re...
Eah..!haya..Eah! Haya Eah..! Haya re..
O you..!! the same sun, the same moon, the same Star 🌟 shining upon us,
On this the same soil, where every human generation past.
O you the same tides the same waves of the sea,
O why didn't the same luck; favour on a man like me?
A poor creature like me still amidst the poor of sea
So, sailing and sailing amidst the tides and waves, luckiest things let the fish be!!
O..haya!! O..haya!! O..haya re....
Eah..haya!! Eah..haya!! Eah..hayare!!!
©roton
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