The twilight in the horizon, but my lord still to come,
The light simmering to darkness, but my lord still to come.
The night shiningm oh so bright, but my lord still to come,
Hides the moon, ashamed of the night, but my lord still to come.
Darkness hide not the pining of mine, that my lord still to come,
Restless the air seems to wake, for my lord still to come,
The stars shining merrily their light, for my lord still to come.
A lonesome boat on the lake, for my lord still to come,
Rippling the water, the oars seem to wait, for my lord still to come,
Twosome in the boat become one, for my lord has finally come.
- Dr. Hira