Piercing a new-moon night's gloom,
Torch in hand, oh Who came,
Oh Who are You that came?
Do You love, I had mused...
Is that why You've kept dark at bay?
River-like I've moved ahead;
Upon a stream I've set afloat all torment,
Any stigma that to bosom I have taken,
Everything accumulated on the bank.
Toward Your isle this river migrates;
Oft in spate, oft on wane,
Ever wittingly, untroubled always,
The great union's altar, at its base.
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With You at my side, happily I journey homeward.
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