1. You gazed at the blueness in my ring
And said, “Why does this attire belong to grief?”

2. Since your love died and came to an end,
I cried it in blood and in streaming tears.

3. And I wished to wear the garb of mourning, for
It is the garb of the sorrowful, the wandering grief-stricken.

4. And I feared if I wore it openly
They would guess, so I wore it on my ring.