1. My heart is torn asunder by separation from her
So when is the tryst, and where will we meet?

2. Many a migrant bird has left us
But hardship and yearning bring it back to us

3. You would weep if you saw my weeping
And long have I wept for our lost intimacy

4. Except I've grown used to my sorrow and grief
So eat, drink and delight your eye