Master, though You did not answer,
I will go on calling Thee.
My job is to go on calling;
What's Your work, I will learn.
Restless breeze and din of trees
To You they keep calling incessantly.
Whether You grant their reply,
Privately of them I'll inquire.
Affliction's wreath, a fire burning...
Do You understand sorrow, the snow melting?
In case You don't fathom; via many songs
Life after life, I will betoken.
I will go on calling Thee.
My job is to go on calling;
What's Your work, I will learn.
Restless breeze and din of trees
To You they keep calling incessantly.
Whether You grant their reply,
Privately of them I'll inquire.
Affliction's wreath, a fire burning...
Do You understand sorrow, the snow melting?
In case You don't fathom; via many songs
Life after life, I will betoken.
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In the hollows of my soul, You alone can relieve sorrow.
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