1. If you burn her dwelling place in the heart
Then who after would honor her abode?

2. And tears on the day of parting are but
Rains on the ruin of the home we strowed.

3. The flowers of Spring saw not the morrow
Only tears saw the boughs' sprouting in woe

4. And when the severance revealed our sorrow
Eyes enabled tears' arrows their bow.

5. We counted the tears that from our eyes streamed
Armor of patience most fair, guarding our pride,

6. And when we stood to bid farewell, it seemed
My eyes to my heart spoke of the sorrow inside.

7. An image appeared in a temple and if
We prayed to idols, we would kneel and pray

8. No mirth made us recite these verses but
The lights of instincts mirrored what they say.