Sunday, February 25, 2018

He goes

(902)  O ke cale jay o ke cale jay

Ah, Who is leaving, going away,
Wringing a corner of my psyche,
Setting ablaze its dense woodlands,
And battering me so?
He goes, goes, goes; goes, goes, goes.

Many Fall and Spring evenings
And many fair mornings have passed;
But many storms and thunderclaps
Rolled by, my burning eyes crying.

In flower gardens is but His luster;
In distant heavens, the sun's just He;
Only for Him I suffer everything,
Countless trials and tribulations.

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