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The lonely soul is from far away,
Seeking the past, searching the future, struggling hard,
And chasing the dream.
I don’t know where I’m from and where to go,
Born in crying and gone in despair,
Enduring trampling.
Your coming ends my painful wandering life.
I see the hope and greet the dawn.
Looking through the vagueness, dimly I see Your figure,
And that is the light of Your countenance.
Yesterday, I wandered in the strange land, and today I have finally found home.
Having been badly damaged, without human likeness, I sigh for life,
Like a dream.
Your coming ends my painful wandering life.
I no more wander or feel lost.
I’ve been home, seeing Your white robe
And seeing the light of Your countenance.
After many reincarnations and much waiting, the Almighty has come.
The lonely soul no longer sorrows and has found the direction.
A millennial dream.
