Have  no Golden  boat   
nor  iron oar 
how  can  I row  against  this  high tide  
how shall  reach  the  shore 

Oh ! my  sky ; oh!  the  wind 
could  any of you  guide 
 how  can   I  sail  agaist  this  tide 
 how  should  I  face the  waves ! 

Seeing    floating  clouds  on  blue- sky 
and  other  boat-men  sailing   beyond 
got  tempted  to   sail  my  own 
 and  reach  my  dream -land 

Now with  torn sail and  streaming  sweat 
the   soul in despair cries  !  
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(This  song  was  written in  early 1970-s and was  sung  in a Cultural  Fest.)