Where does this loneliness come from?
I have not prepared a feast of welcome.
If I knew it would visit me this time,
I could have saved my best wine.

Where does this emptiness stay?
I have not readied my garlands and leis.
If I knew it would come to see me,
I could have saved my roses and daisies.

Where does this sadness creep?
I have not made any beds to sleep.
If I knew it would give me a call,
I could have saved anything at all.