1. The winds of your love have stirred the ancient abode -
Yes, and thereby landmarks from what pained you.

2. Tents of tent-pegs and a wandering retreat -
Settled yet with disheveled interior.

3. The cooing of a dove mourning separation has startled me -
I answered it on a branch with sighs.

4. Whether the voices crying are from those who are leaving, their pact is old -
Or whether it is their endless laments.