I am watching Your arrival path
For how many lifetimes, I don't ken.
Hope's lantern became dim;
Oh have You eyes... don't You witness?
The shoot that in body of a seed had been,
Today it longs to touch the vault of heaven.
Desert winds happened, and it became a prickly shrub,
Through the absence of fondness.
"I have gone on watching, watching on will I go;
In desert sands I will make a flower grow.
The emptiness I'll dismiss, sending remote,
On throbbing of a passion lac-red."
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A flaming desire for attainment He cultivates.
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