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O lord,
You'd said You'll sing a song to me;
You told me
The days I count, expectantly.
You would sing a song for me.
With smile sweet, You had assured:
I wait and count time ever since.
"At once I shall return."


With a sweet smile,
Many times has Earth gone round its path;
You gave me assurance
So many Falls and Springs have passed!
that you would soon return.
You did not come, You did not sing;
Anxious for Thee, fake webs I weave.


How many times
The saplings, they've grown into trees;
has since the earth rotated?
Mountains eroded have become ant-heaps!
And how many winters and springs
Time's reckoning has reached its limit;
have since gone by?
Still I do believe footfall approaches.
 
You did not come
nor did you sing your song.
And i keep weaving a web of consolation.
 
The small plant became a big tree,
mountains decayed into anthills,
the counting of time is coming to an end,
yet, i still imagine the sound your footsteps approaching.
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