I am restless and athirst for faraway things
My soul goes out in longing to touch the flower on far away land
O Great one,Beyond the beyond
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
I have no wings to fly
and that I am bound to this spot evermore
I am waiting eagerly,a stranger on a strange land
Thy song comes to me whispering hope
O Farthest and Closest
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
I have not an iron arm
to break open the wall that confines me.
I am listless and wander endless in my mind
My soul longs to see thy smile blossom
O Indeterminate, Unknowable
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
That the gates are shut everywhere
in the home I live alone.
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