Oh, brothers and sisters!
Do you hear, do you hear
The sound of the song I sing
As I sit beneath the ruined wall,
Bowed down on kneeling low?
Oh, brothers and sisters!
Do you breathe, do you breathe
The fragrance of the sandal-wood oil
Which I burn with a trembling hand
In a broken censer bowl?
Oh, brothers and sisters!
Do you see, do you see?
I stand and wait weeping
Outside the city wall and yearn
For you, for a place in your heart.
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