1. It is a sign of lovers
When faces turn pale upon meeting

2. And there is disconnect though nothing is wrong
And ache in silence and lowering of gaze

3. When longing paused in me and then appeared
It revealed in it the yearning of the ardent lover

4. So I restrained myself after I had glanced
With no opinion between standing still or moving on

5. You did not greet so fleeting moments greeted
Informing of intensity of yearning

6. And when the lips became stingy with greeting
The greeting was in the glances