Moinak Dutta writes

Onto white pristine sails

Onto white and pristine sails

Whence the mild breezes touch,

Never seen rowing of the Boat as such;

From which land beyond the seas

Which treasures it brings never cease,

With it the mind wishes to float,

And wishes to leave all desires and wants,

(Singing perhaps Thy songs with ease

As they come out from throat)

How the stream keeps on falling,

How the rumble can be heard,

How the ray of lighted beams

Comes through the clouds unbarred;

O Thou the Boatman, who art Thou,

whose laughter and tears

by thy boat You tow,

How mind mine thinks of thee –

With which tune You would string

the day's song (giving it a meaning)

Which prayer would be sung (for long). 

[Transliteration of  song no. 145 of vol. IV of Rabindranath Tagore, birth centenary edition]

The Cloud Boatman -- Ashleigh Dyan Bayer