Year after year, age after age, am I waiting

(3162)  Pathapane ceye thaki

I remain gazing toward the path
With hopeful eyes.
For many ages, alert am I;
You don't catch sight.

In summer what's worth giving is dry;
It's moistened by the rain in eyes.
The tall grass and reeds, and the blue sky,
Having set afloat, autumn beautifies.

Enticing is a coracle of clouds white
In prewinter's frosty wind and ice.
But in winter after You did not arrive
And in spring, how do I soothe and satisfy?

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