In the swinging of the branches,in the flying of the birds,
and in the running of the water ,
Beloved ,I see Thy waving hand,
bidding me good bye.
In the cooing of the wind ,
in the roaring of the sea ,
and in the crashing of the thunder,
Beloved ,I see Thee weep and I hear Thy cry.
In the promise of the dawn,
in the breaking of the morn ,
in the smiles of the rose,
Beloved I see Thy joy at my homecoming.
Taken from Bowl of Saki....