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I am longing for Your advent—
I am gazing at Your path;
Don't You know that?
Don't You know that?
So many days have gone by.
So many days have passed;
So many nights have been lost.
So many nights have vanished...
Nonetheless, alert I wait,
Yet, without sleep, I am waiting,
I await.
I sit here waiting.


What is this sport of Yours,
Your game divine is marvelous,
Every day, always new?
Every day, always novel!
You have conceived such alluring temptations,
Have You thought You will give up,
But I am not diverted by Your game.
Shrinking from the sport?


Triumph will be mine
For my sake, in front of me,
When You appear before me.
You'll be come, descending!
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