Lord, it's been hard

(2509)  Hese balechile asbe abar

Smiling, You had told You will come again;
Moments I count, reliant on that only.
Night and day I remain listening,
That Your footstep-sound I hear.

Nectar of a bud has dried out,
Flower's petals have dropped down.
Throe-drenched and blow-stricken,
Within heart hope's web I weave.

Inmost speech, why didn't You comprehend;
Word plighted, why did You not keep the pledge?
That one who does survive, singing Your victory,
Towing in, why did You not receive?

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