"Now, therefore, the thoughts of my heart are in conflict as to whether I for my part should explore the deep currents and the surging of the salty waves -- my mind’s desire time and time again urges the soul to set out, so that I may find my way to the land of strangers far away from here -- for there is no one on earth so confident of temperament, nor so generous of his gifts, nor so bold in his youth, nor so courageous in his deeds, nor his lord so gracious to him, that he never worries about his seafaring, as to what wyrd will send him; he will have no thought for the harp, nor for the ring-receiving ceremonial, nor for the pleasure of a woman nor for trust in that which is of the world, nor for anything else, but only for the surging of the waves -- and yet he who aspires to the ocean always has the yearning."
This excerpt from a translation found
here I've read various translations ... something about this that appeals
thoughtful
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