The song that I came to sing lyrics

The song that I came to sing

remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing

and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true,

the words have not been rightly set;

only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.

The blossom has not opened;

only the wind is sighing by.

I have not seen his face,

nor have I listened to his voice;

only I have heard his gentle footsteps

from the road before my house.

The livelong day has passed

in spreading his seat on the floor;

but the lamp has not been lit

and I cannot ask him into my house.

I live in the hope of meeting with him;

but this meeting is not yet.