Come my wayfarer friend,
Come stepping over the petal-strewn path.
My mind has become a restless wanderer
Waiting for your arrival.

All across the sky there is a frolic of light,
The earth is decked out in a festival of flowers,
And the rafts of colored clouds afloat
Are all anticipating your arrival.

On that path of yours I wish I could
Lay down my soul.
You would press it as you walk,
Bless it with the touch of your sole.

In your contemplation, o my king of all kings,
I've given up my own grooming,
I've neglected all my chores.
You will come, the joy of that hope
Has overwhelmed my heart.

Come, come, my wayfarer friend,
Stepping over the petal-strewn path.