1. I complain to the Master of my heart's distress -
The land is too narrow, though the sea be vaster.

2. With thoughts of you I try to heal my wounded heart -
Did remembrance of me ever cross your mind?

3. When I was left behind as the caravan moved on,
My patience failed me at that critical time.

4. Is what I see death, or evil happenstance?
Is it longing in my heart, or burning ember?