A blossoming tree

How can we meet
at the most beautiful hours

which I have prayed
for the five hundred years
A tree thus he made me
by the path you passed

in full blossoms under the sun
with each petal a
life-long wish

And when you are near,
the quivering leaves are
my waiting zeal

But as you leave without
a sight on me
my dear,
upon the ground are not the fallen petals but
my withered heart.


Note: he refers to Buddha

“A blossoming tree” (一棵开花的树)is a work of Xi Mu Rong(席慕容), from her poetry collection “Qi Li Xiang” (七里香). Translated in 29th of April, 2013. Re-post in other sites is welcomed but please cite the necessary.