Waiting to listen to Your footsteps
by the path You would arrive,
I have remained watchful for eras.

You had given me a floral garland..
now, only its thread remains,
all flowers have withered away.

Days are coming and going in the game of time,
even the nights are intensely illusively dark.
I am looking for Your arrival from all sides,
counting time every single moment.

This tiredness of eager waiting,
this pain of endlessly counting time
When will it be over? Tell me.