1. If days sever my bonds with you
I will stay true with affection sincere

2. Content with his tending of old vows
And with imagination's visits fleeting clear

3. Ready for parting, my griefs accrue
With condolence and composure seeping

4. And plaining the woes of my dear one's absence
Rarely does the parted gain friend forthcoming

5. Can my silence about longing avail
If my heart complains to empty air

6. Give me strength to restrain my sighs and tears
No use in composure, if grief I cannot forbear

7. I am as a dove that moans when it mourns
But no mouth can open to speak its care