1. I blame you if I see blame helps,
But there is no reproach or censure.

2. And if I turn away from companionship
It is to favor one who shows patience.

3. I called you not to pasture therein but
To distance which makes us yearn for return.

4. And I, whose love for you is chilled
When ever hard roads jog him,

5. So stand, bid farewell, enough,
As you bade me, desiring approach.

6. If fondness for us seizes you
And yearning pulls you to us, pulling,

7. Then do not fret my love and our son,
Nor panic at what is past and gone.

8. And if the people of time split against us,
At its emptiness and your dread of its cleavage,

9. And the decrees of fate conspire
To choose, each, estrangement,

10. Then do not show people that I
Once walked with you, comrades.

11. And do not let eyes, when they meet,
Start from ignoring our love.

12. Stretch out your palm in lassitude
As if carrying rocks in it.

13. Do not frown or smile at the encounter,
I will encounter it and garner the reward.

14. Passion destroyed us, or nearly,
With no kind act or mercy shown.

15. It sacrificed itself, or nearly, were it not
For a fidelity that loves no soil.

16. So if you catch up with it, it does not die, but lives,
Otherwise, no blame and no reproach.