For the time being the breeze wafts, when storm comes: we'll see.
As of now the pitcher of intellect is empty, when it brims over: we'll see

we can wander anywhere we like , we have no permanent place . Sometimes we do not return for weeks, sometime we don't go away for months . For long we eat in motels, when the bread rising in the home , we'll see .

I keep telling everyone how wanderful my friend is.
Festivals come to people after a year, but with him every day is a festive.
He thinks of me night and day, when he forgets me ; we'll see.....