1. O my soul, death has made my death severe
You were not the first morning rain, un-disappointed

2. The day we parted, He scattered what we shared
Scattered by my Lord with separation and scattering

3. He cried to me the morning after we parted when he saw
My overflowing tears and my deeply saddened state

4. So my tears melted ruby on gold
While his tears melted pearls atop ruby