Where have they gone while nights pour down like rain?.
Where did they flee, carrying with them my heart and pain?
Oh, if only I were a bird, escaping toward the west—
But the sword of distance has cut the wings within my chest.
Will the days drink from the spring of my flowing tears,
So that my loved ones may return, and my time grow clear?.
I touched the dust of the house, then breathed it in,
And still the scent of loved ones lingered, sweet within.
I said to it, “O home, I’ve come to you in blame,
For those I love have traveled on without farewell or name .