Calling You each and every moment,
my days go by.
I get no response from You.

Blooming flowers have gone waste.
The honey of my love has dried up.
The fragrance of my heart is lost,
for, my honeybee did not come.

With its rise,
the northern wind
awakens shivering in my being.
Why did the southern wind not arrive too?
My waiting continues throughout moonlit nights.

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Calling You every moment,
my days are passing by.
I do not get any response from You.

My blooming flower has become waste,
the honey of my love has dried up.
The fragrance of my heart is lost,
for, the honeybee did not come.

The blow of the northern wind awakens shivering in my being.
Why does the southern wind did not arrive thereafter?
My waiting continues through moonlit nights.