I have waited many years just for you
Yet I have not seen your smile.
Like a flower expected from a dried twig,
You never returned even after long waiting.
Though the ball of the best quality thread
Has become the kishuthara,
You, like a corpse, never returned.
My ceremonial clothe is just a wish.
A message is sent by the river
And waited gazing at the road.
Like words disappearing in the valleys
I am counting the days.
The kira is robed around my body
And hoping for you, koma is put on.
I always looked for you through the window heart.
Now, my life is ending waiting for you.