In wait of the eternal union with you,
I wander these ephemeral shiny streets.
Your one word, a hundred roses bloom.
Your one sight, lifts this heavy gloom.

You are mine, and yet not part of me.
This world's traveller, our paths differ.
When will you leave this material world
When will my wait for union end?

Till then, these streets I shall roam.
Like a dark, brooding specter I walk.
Till the five rivers of love, they converge
I shall be dead, I shall be dead.