Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea! This is the last time you appeared in front of my eyes, rolling blue waves and shining beautiful light. Like a friend's melancholy complaint, like his parting call. I heard your sad voice and your calling voice for the last time. You are the desire in my heart! I often wander around your shore silently and blankly, because of that secret wish, I feel distressed and heartbroken! How I love your echo, your gloomy tone, your deep voice, the silence of dusk and the capricious passion! Fishermen's docile sails, relying on your willful protection, fly bravely between the waves; But when you get out of control, a large group of ships will perish. I wanted to leave your lonely shore forever, congratulate you with carnival feelings, and let my poems run far along your waves, but I couldn't! You wait, you call … and I am bound; My inner struggle is completely futile: I was fascinated by a strong passion and left me on your shore ... what's so pathetic? Where is the carefree path I am going to run to now? In your desert, one thing shocked my heart. This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb ... There, immersed in the cold sleep are some solemn memories; Napoleon died there. There, he was buried in suffering. After him, like the sound of a storm, another genius flew away from us. He is another monarch in our mind. The singer who cried for the God of Freedom disappeared, and he left his laurel in the world. Cloudy and noisy, stir up: Oh, the sea, he once sang about you. Your image is reflected in him, and he is shaping his growth with your spirit: just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep, and like you, nothing can make him submit. The world is empty, Hai, where are you taking me now? People's fate is the same everywhere: where there is happiness, there are already people guarding it: perhaps enlightened sages or tyrannical kings. Oh, goodbye, sea! I will never forget your solemn face, and I will listen to your thunder at dusk for a long time. My whole heart is full of you. I want to take your steep rocks, your bay, your flash, your shadow and the whispering waves into the forest and into the silent desert town.
This poem is very heroic. As for music, Anne's wonderland Bandari.
This is used a lot on the Internet. You can listen to it.
You can read it mixed by men and women, or you can find someone to sing it. It is suggested to read carols together, which is more imposing. It's easier to wear school uniforms if you wear clothes. Praisers can wear blue, because it is the sea.
This is just my personal opinion. what do you think? I hope I can help you and wish you success in reciting!