1. If a cheek had overflowed with tears of sorrow,
It would have seen my cheek become green and verdant.

2. As though the springtime of flowers were midst my tears,
With what they shed of tenderness and pouring.

3. Yet I did not weep except to bid farewell
To a soul's remainder that bid me go.

4. And I said, when I found no comfort for myself
Other than tears, since it had settled as a welcome and greetings.