The morning fog touches distant billowy clouds in the sky. A thousand sails
dance upon The Silver River 1. In my dreams my soul seems to return
to heaven. God asks me where I am going. I tell Him that my journey is long and
difficult. For poetry, I can write amazing lines to no avail. A roc is being
lifted by a powerful gust 2. I pray that the wind will not stop and
will carry my small boat to the heavenly mountains.
The Silver River refers to the Milky Way.
This sentence means "I hope that one day I will be lifted by the wind and
fly a thousand miles like a roc".