I walk to you all of my days,
I walk to you dazzled.
The rocks wound my feet
but I don't feel a thing.
I'm returning from an unsown land,
I extend my hand to stroke your hair.
I am here, but like a wounded dove,
I always fall in front of your gate.
I am here, like circling birds,
I am here, looking from the roofs;
I am here, like a stone in the fence,
like a rock, like a well -
I am the one who always returns, returns.
I return in a thousand rolls,
I am a monk, son of a king and a beggar,
and at night in the cry of the foxes
I dream and awake to you in time.
I see you in the distance,
like a captured princess in a tower,
behind bars sitting and waiting
Oh God, the great gods.
I am here...
And you waited, like the rocks,
and like the pit, for a desert wanderer;
soft sunrises kissed your face,
heavy sunsets kissed your neck.
I saw you sitting/standing and waiting so,
and in your eyes, a light and great sorrow,
In this way I took you with me
to the wedding canopy, you're the barefooted one with a crown of gold.
I am here...