1. Come to me, my blossom, when alone,
So I may be reassured in our bond,

2. While around me gathers a circle of refined men,
None except in tattered robes of grief.

3. If my eyes held meadows like those of the doves,
Though in their hues uncaring,

4. And my dove called to my love, would she forget?
No, she'd answer while clutched to my breast.

5. My eyes, if you have any tears left for her,
Stay my patience but an hour before their flood.

6. If they could help, would they say my tears remain
From lack of sorrow or drawn from the sea?

7. She burdened me to blame fate, but ignorance is hers;
Who can I blame in my choking agony?

8. She thought fate would unite us again.
I told her, who can trust so blindly?

9. Rather, by chiding the reunion after our parting,
I chided the gathering after separation.

10. Our glances were like distant stars,
But upon meeting, as one they said, "We shall meet again."

11. I'll cry one day, though its time is not come;
My tears will run dry before that day, so go gently.

12.
Since you haven't seen me in tattered robes,