By the roadside

A thousand people go past,

but the man I'm searching for - he is not there!

Restlessly my eyes fly around,

asking if that hurrying man over there is the one...

But they ask and ask in vain.

No one gives the answer, "Here I am. Be at ease."

Longing fills the circle of my life:

a fulfillment that will not be filled.

And so I stand by the roadside strand,

while the crowd flows by,

until, blinded by the burning sun,

my weary eyes close.