1. Mocking my sobbing and my cries
With his hands, the cure for my love's agony

2. He saw me, my eyes streaming with plentiful tears
And separation had uncovered my consolation's veil

3. I stretched my palm to him, pleading
That he not disappoint my hope

4. So he said "Who made you cry, if you are truthful?"
I said "The one I love," and he said "It's equal to me"