Pouring light, You arrived in dream;
I did not realize You will be leaving.
At finish of happiness comes grief;
Even though knowing it, who ever believes!
On silent night You had appeared,
The night-jasmine dropped on tranquil street.
The golden flag on chariot of victory,
I did not know whom You will seek;
I did not think heart You will seize.
Close to me beyond concept
Had been this Your advent.
In my thoughts unexpressed
Had been such dream of happiness.
You went away, like mist unruly,
At pre-winter's stormy wind speed.
Whereto did You go and whom will You receive,
I did not perceive, in some feeling
From the liila's ideation sweet.
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Lord, I did not think that You might go away!
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