Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails Cross the sea of years With no provision but an open face Along the straits of fear

Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails Cross the sea of years With no provision but an open face Along the straits of fear

Translate a metaphorical image of a man, eyes wide open, sailing across a vast, time-worn sea. The winds fill his sails, guiding him across the water. He is unfazed, his face is open and fearless, despite the straits teeming with fear. This appears as an embodiment of wisdom through the passage of time. ...