(743) Durera sakha mor
My distant confidant,[1]
Please come close.
Why do You stay remote?
You are all alone.
Yours are the victory drums that rumble,
Steadily proclaiming You belong to all.
Night and day, I watch for Your arrival;
This enduring pain cannot be sustained.
Clouds travel, floating over mountain peaks,
Far, far away – far off from the sea.
As the rainwater, they journey back
To the ocean deeps.
And You also, distant do not keep;
Come back please, close at hand...
Let me start to see You near.
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