How come you chose to walk
On that stiff slope with thorny bushes out of all paths
When you were in penniless youth, wearing ragged clothes on bare feet?
You avoided the eyes of people
Who had waited for you and checked anxiously which clouds you would come riding on
While looking up to the white clouds drifting in the sky
And of all things, why have you come alone like a thief
Through the harsh road full of stones and thorns
Even confronting painfully cold snowstorm with wind and rain?
The former faith port where people is still waiting for the one who has already come
Is sounding a sad boat horn
How come you did not come in glory
Following a boat-way or a waterway
But have come as if you are a beggar, abandoned by the world
Coming along the thorny path and steep cliff wearing ragged clothes on bare feet?
The words He left on His departure,
"I will come back in the same way you have seen me."
After meeting you, my love
I came to know all these secrets of Heaven
And realized them again
Still, in the /former faith port,
Only a shower as thick as a pole is pouring
And a snowstorm as cold as ice is whirling
