For His descend
from the heavenly abode
down to the garden of my mind,
I wait and count time.

Tonight, with inexpressible agony,
I think of Him in defeat.

He is a distant friend,
the moon of the far sky.
He snatched away
all the sweetness of my heart.

And yet,
even finding myself lost,
I want Him,
and constantly listen for His footsteps.

Will He not come
and sing His song to me,
looking at my face once again?

The lamp of my hope tells me
He will come,
He will definitely come,
for, He is the central gem of my inner bud.