1. O Raym, I have no other concern but love
And the soul's end is where the shy eyes dwell

2. Had it not been for you, my tears would not have flooded
With unrelenting tears that grief did not send

3. And my heart shows restraint when I pull it
Toward composure, but my tears are hasty

4. So who can cry in yearning for a land
In which I stayed, though the roads to it are blocked?

5. When the morning breeze blows, read my greetings
For it has none but the morning breeze as messengers