Every time I miss you
I think of that river
Recalling that vast expanse of sky;
The encounter, dreamlike and heartbreaking,
Is meant just for this long anticipated moment
And I believe that our yearning souls
Have already crossed all the centuries;
At this very moment it dawns on me
That I belong to you
As much as you belong to me;
For this season both of us have waited a long time
And I wonder if this endless waiting
Is by the will of the God or by the contrivance of fate
And why joy should always be coupled with pain;
But I know that this inborn sentiment of gratitude to the river
Is bound to fill my life with both sweetness and faint agonies
