I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands. That is why it is so
late and why I have been guilty of such omissions.
They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast; but I evade them ever, for I
am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.
People blame me and call me heedless; I doubt not they are right in their blame.
The market day is over and work is all done for the busy. Those who came to call me in
vain have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into
Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens. Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at
the door all alone?
In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely
day it is only for thee that I hope.
If thou showest me not thy face, if thou leavest me wholly aside, I know not how I am
to pass these long, rainy hours.
I keep gazing on the far-away gloom of the sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. I will keep still
and wait like the night with starry vigil and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy voice pour down in
golden streams breaking through the sky.
Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests, and thy
melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My
basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a
sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that is
was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness
had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
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