They say that you are the bravest and most handsome fisherman on the coast.
And they also say that you love your wife Mariet very dearly." "O sir!" exclaims Haggart with restraint, "my life is so sad that you could not find an image like it in this dark deep.

O sir! my sufferings are so deep that you could not find a more terrible place in this dark abyss." "What is the cause of your sorrow and your sufferings, Haggart ?" "Life, sir.

Here your noble and sad eyes look in the same direction my eyes look--into this terrible, dark distance.

Tell me, then, what is stirring there?
What is resting and waiting there, what is silent there, what is screaming and singing and complaining there in its own voices?
What are the voices that agitate me and fill my soul with phantoms of sorrow, and yet say nothing?
And whence comes this night?
And whence comes my sorrow?
Are you sighing, sir, or is it the sigh of the ocean blending with your voice?
My hearing is beginning to fail me, my master, my dear master." The sad voice replies: "It is my sigh, Haggart.

My great sorrow is responding to your sorrow.
You see at night like an owl, Haggart; then look at my thin hands and at my rings.