I thread my garland
and embellish my home,
providing welcome decorations to it,
and coating it with sweetness.
In the hope of His arrival,
I am sitting.

I do not know when that morning will smile at me,
when my morning sky shall be coloured with hues.
Yet, the day He will come close to me
all darkness shall be removed.

No endeavour is ever fruitless
if the inspiration of Your love is present.
Spreading my wings,
like a mental peacock,
I beg only for the wee bit of Your grace.