Whose longing whispers
That my gaze pursues?
What madness dances
In the dawn and dews?
O, my life's breath,
No grievance I impart,
Only this I crave:
When will quench this thirst of heart?
No want I know,
No rancor do I hold,
Happiness does flow,
Yet joy feels stark and cold.
O, my life, tell me,
Whom do all seek to find?
Only this I plead:
When will quench this soul entwined?
O, my life's breath,
No grievance I impart,
Only this I crave:
When will quench this thirst of heart?
In the journey's path,
In desire's sway,
Where am I truly bound?
Where do I stray?
Whose longing whispers
That my gaze pursues?
What madness dances
In the dawn and dews?
O, my life's breath,
Why this cold, cold guise?
Only this I ask:
When will quench these tear-filled eyes?
O, my life's breath,
No grievance I impart,
Only this I crave:
When will quench this thirst of heart?
This, my thirst,
This, my thirst,
This, my thirst,
This, my thirst,
This, my thirst.
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