1. I am the one whose years are running out
To whom shall I recount my tale

2. While I am left all alone
Even the birds pity my loneliness

3. If my heart were made of iron
It would melt, oh what sorrow

4. Tears streamed down my cheeks
Something hidden has now surfaced

5. I left my people and the meadows
May God grant me patience

6. In the heart there's a place for the beloved
Whether absent or present