A leaf may stir, and the wind may rise,
A leaf may stir, and the wind may rise.
Let the heart know its own disguise.
A leaf may stir, and the wind may rise.
Let the heart know its own disguise.
A leaf may stir, and the wind may rise.
Do not yet withdraw your hand from pain,
Do not yet withdraw your hand, a few more days,
A few more days, let this dance remain.
Let the heart know its own disguise.
A leaf may stir, and the wind may rise.
Destinations themselves will draw near,
O beloved, let the caravan appear.
Let the heart know its own disguise.
A leaf may stir, and the wind may rise.
Whether city, village, or home we hold,
Whether city, village, or home, as the wellspring,
As the wellspring, departs, then unfold.
Let the heart know its own disguise.
A leaf may stir, and the wind may rise.
Meet with all, in every place,
Let their true nature we embrace.
Let their true nature we embrace.
Let the heart know its own disguise.
A leaf may stir, and the wind may rise.
A leaf may stir, and the wind may rise.
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