1. With sorrow my heart's dignity has become burdened
Harboring illness secretively in its core

2. Oh my pride, if you turn away from us and become well
Believe not in the words of slanderers maligning us

3. And if you sever the rope of love from me though I'm fettered
Severing only breeds the whims of lovers smitten

4. We'll stop visiting though it deeply grieves us
If in leaving off lies what gives you comfort