What breeze shall bear a resemblance to my feeling
agitated .. perturbed .. yet sad
So painful is my heart
seeing your sorrowful stare
full of dreads and stress

O sleeping leaves...
So peaceful and calm..
awaiting for cold breeze to swing
You perceive not the worldly weariness
No.....
Hither I will say to her from afar
Weary not anymore..
Fear not anymore..
Till the dawn comes
in my sleeping prayer
I will utter your frets to our Lord