You said you will come for pilgrimage with me.
You did not come,alas you did not come,
my hope drowned in
the ocean water.
If I go away,
I will always remember your words,
just to hear those words,
I may come back.
Only hope will not be enough,
I will wait in expectation,
in my hour of loneliness,
I will play the flute in memory of you.
Behold it’s my time to leave,
tell me your words will not be untrue.
At some auspicious moment,
in the twinkling of an eye,
our voice will interlock!