Have you not heard his footsteps?  
There, listen, He comes.  
   
Through the ages,   
Each moment,  
Day and Night,  
He comes.  
   
When I sing in delirious joy,  
My every note celebrates his coming.  
Time after time,  
Spring after spring,  
He crosses the forest,  
And comes.  
On monsoon nights,  
On wings of dark clouds,  
He comes.  
   
When my pain becomes unbearable,  
His footsteps echo in my heart,  
And he renews me with his touchstone.  
   
He comes.  
He always comes.