I Hear You Call, Pine Tree

        I hear you call, pine tree, I hear you upon the hill, by the silent

  pond

where the lotus flowers bloom, I hear you call, pine tree.

        What is it you call, pine tree, when the rain falls, when the

winds

blow, and when the stars appear, what is it you call, pine tree?

       I hear you call, pine tree, but I am blind, and do not know

how to

reach you, pine tree. Who will take me to you, pine tree?