Your tree

(1326)  Ekla amay phele

Leaving me behind in solitude,
Oh where did You vanish to?
Ever with me You had been;
Why did You go without advance notice.

The tree You had planted,
Now it's decked with fruit and flowers.
The tune You had practiced,
In my soul it rings out each minute.

Under northern winds, I recall,
On biting winter blasts,
With Your touch, the warmth
That to my heart You imparted.

Even now, with a southern wind
Upon my body feeling pleasant,
I recall, under shade of myrtle-bower,^[1]
I had been, and You were there as well.

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