Silhouettes of serenity

On this fast boat, amidst Bangkok

Where the rise of a cock,

Is never too early,

A metropolis of incomparable vivacity

Where I met the man I mock 

Obverse my being he park

An interruption of my skylark

My enjoyment of passing silhouettes

Presence of Russian roulettes

My vengeful mind, cold and stark

Lucky! he parted with my rancor

Onto the wooden steps to that old abandoned harbor

Away my displeasure, return my sanctuary

The redemption I seek on contrary  

From meeting a man who brought me anger

Back am I now, to my ebullient serenity

To these silhouettes of humanity,

Running along the side of this sacred boat I take

These shadows of shelter along my sides, that fades all agony I ache;

That facades my dreadful destined antipathy

Rare delusions it is, brought by this sacred sanctuary,

Visions of dispersing clouds and mounting moon, contemporary;

Breezes bringing alternating seeds of life,

Joined hands of husband and wife,

What sweetness makes such Godly glory?

Can I ever be of such a kind?

Or will I always be a blind,

Lost in this abyss she laid,

In love with a desperate whore he paid,

The man I loathe, the friend who stabbed my hind;

Oiy! You--wake up! last pier we are, my friend,

Off I got from my silhouettes of serenity; my sacred sanctuary.