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Waiting and waiting for Thee,
My garland I've been threading.
With the petals of fresh flowers,
Sweetness of heart I've conferred.
Shiuli[1] blossoms fall at night's end;
Hurtful is the dew for them.
Weighed down by grief they cry;
Their plight I've realized.
One who strings a wreath of desire,
In the heart a burning pain resides.
Lord, do You fail to discern
How much torture I've endured?
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Not is this song beautiful, i even like the way it has been translated above! Well done with it. Hope to see some more interesting works.
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