(1091) Manera kone kisera alo
Wherefrom comes the light in a niche of psyche;
What unfamiliar touch did your mind receive?
Oh please do tell, do tell please.
Stored up within spirit,
Which ambition was fulfilled?
Counting time how many days went by in vain;
How many grand conclaves were dispersed in despair?
Hope and hopelessness, both being washed away,
Which unexpected guest came today?
In a garden withered, your bud has arrived;
Ashen lips have now become colored bright.
All gloomy fatigue being cast aside,
His advent's lamp you ignite.
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When hope is gone and even hopelessness does not arise, He arrives.
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