1. When her letter comes with her rebuke
I seclude myself wherever I am on earth

2. And weep for myself out of mercy from her blame
And from the estrangement some of me weeps for some of me

3. Yet I fear displeasing her, whether doing good or ill
And I sentence myself for her sake to what she sentences

4. So for how long will the spirit of acceptance not come upon me
And for how long will your days of displeasure not pass