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The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his

own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach

the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said "Here

art thou!"

The question and the cry "Oh, where?" melt into tears of a

thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the

assurance "I am!"

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The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my

instrument.

The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set;

only there is the agony of wishing in my heart.

The blossom has not opened; only the wind is sighing by.

I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only

I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house.

The livelong day has passed in spreading his seat on the floor;

but the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house.

I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not

yet.

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