Just like the one who sees he's near to death
Just like the one who sees he's near to death,
confronting bad weather and perils at sea,
and sees a place where he can take shelter
but cannot reach it for his wretched luck;
like him I pass through these hard times
and see you who might cure all my ills:
despaired of achieving my desires,
I'll roam the world, telling of your pride.
Writer/s: Ausiàs March, Raimon
