When will the morning come ?
I wait in darkness so long.
Will the sun ever rise again ?
Hours flowing over me
I wait in vain for some change.
Will light ever pierce this pain ?
Riding on a humming bird’s wing,
Caravans fleeing from the East.
May the pilgrim join in the feast.
How will the morning be ?
I watched the dawn in my dreams
And imagined the day for years.
Shall I feel warmth again
And feel it true when they say
That the day never ends in tears ?