May Buddha let us meet

in my most beautiful hours,

I have prayed for it

for five hundred years.

Buddha made me a tree

by the path you may take,

In full blossoms I'm waiting in the sun

every flower carrying my previous hope.

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.