Although it is inopportune, And the doubt knocks at my heart, Yet with an inexplicit hope I cling to your promise That you will come…

So I keep my lamp lit in the window As a beacon for the lost…

It will be by the light of my love That you will finally find your way And reach my heart…

My anxiety is pounding With the anguish of my waiting; I wish you to appear And deliver me From the swamp of hopelessness, Which is growing out of doubts…

I am in a nightmare, I am wishing to dart out into the road Of forgetfulness and loss; But my feet have turned to stone, So I remain motionless, I remain on the rock of existence…

O, the sunny imagination of good wishes, Catch up and fulfill me By the worth of my devotion, That I have kept pure and clean In the duration of my life, Like the purity of the sight of my eyes Directed to you…

I am caressing you with my longings, With the warmth of my palms, And with the love of my heart, Do arrive and fill the emptiness…

My lamp is lit in the window, And is spreading the light of love…

Do find the road of my heart And arrive As award and prize.