The Song That I Came To Sing Remains Unsung To This Day

The Song That I Came To Sing Remains Unsung To This Day.

I Have Spent My Days In Stringing And In Unstringing My Instrument.

The Time Has Not Come True, The Words Have Not Been Rightly Set;
Only There Is The Agony Of Wishing In My Heart.

The Blossom Has Not Opened; Only The Wind Is Sighing By.

I Have Not Seen His Face, Nor Have I Listened To His Voice;
Only I Have Heard His Gentle Footsteps From The Road Before My House.

The Livelong Day Has Passed In Spreading His Seat On The Floor;
But The Lamp Has Not Been Lit And I Cannot Ask Him Into My House.

I Live In The Hope Of Meeting With Him; But This Meeting Is Not Yet.