"The flowers that were destined to bloom
The strangers who were meant to be together
Are already in each other’s embrace
Those who set out to find a home
Or seek after some dreamt-of land
Have, if they could, already met their coveted goal.
He who is now alone, without a friend
Alas! His haste is but in vain!
Alone and friendless he shall stay
For his remaining days
He shall not ever know
The blissful joy of a restful sleep
In an accustomed place
His cold nights will never be warmed
By a beloved’s embrace”