1. No blame upon the caravan if I let my tears flow
In the meadows between parting and grief

2. Why blame me when it is my heart that is my heart
My passion is passion and my tears are my tears

3. Oh my critic, you know better than I
The source of my pain and remedy

4. How can I heed blame when love has shut
My eyes and ears with the wax of passion

5. This is the way of love, I have brought nothing new
To the love of these lands