1. When I bid her farewell, she said "My love, do you really deserve this separation, so grieve!"
So Lord, let not what I heard be true,

2. For what reached my ears has disturbed my heart.
She stood weeping sadly behind the veil,

3. And parted it with her fingers between us.
She wept and showed me scattered pearls,

4. Falling and meeting the edges of her veil.
When she saw that separation was inevitable,

5. And I was forced to it, not consenting,
She appeared - by God the sun was not like her,

6. When its lights rise in the horizons.
She bid me farewell with a sign with her right hand,

7. And wiped the streams of tears with her left.
She kept weeping and I wept youthfully,

8. Until we left the land of meadows.
That land will become, from our tears,

9. Abundantly fertile, fresh verdant growth.