My eyes long for You, my heart watches your path,
If I could reach Your presence once, autumn would turn into spring...

If my head could touch your feet, if my teardrops could cascade,
If I could cry "You...You," all obstacles would melt away...

Your village's pink color can never be matched,
The faces that come with sin leave purified.

Those who come attain to light, each become a joy,
Mercy rains everywhere, the blind remain destitute.

From your soil and earth and sacred trail
Daylight flows to the dark worlds...

Exhausted, whatever I say to You, Your praise does not fall to me;
I said I'll say something, but words did not suffice.

From Your profound compassion, from Your vast spiritual power,
Turn and incline towards me; my spirit yearns for your favor!

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