The loneliness of thy shores
are forever in my mind,
the lament of the wild duck
that is heard in the night.
A lonely lost one,
cold and miserable
a young duckling
who has strayed from its mother.
Your grey waves
I have watched with weeping eyes,
it was there my youth
shed its first tears.
The image is still vivid
and still I miss it,
the place where many nights were spent
listening to the cry of the wild duck.
(transl. Kar Turunen)