May Buddha let usmeet
in mymostbeautiful hours,
I have prayed for it
forfivehundred years.
Buddha made me a tree
by the path you may take,
Infullblossoms I'm waiting in thesun
every flower carrying my previoushope.
As you are near, listen carefully
the quivering leaves are my waiting zeal,
As you pass by the tree
without noticing me,
My friend, upon the ground behind you
is not the fallen petals but my withered heart.