1. O you who blame me, don't you see the yearning in my eyes
If it weren't for my modesty, I would have answered you with their pure tears

2. Give me endurance, so I can endure the separation
For I who left him cannot find any other like him

3. His forehead shone, and his bright smile pulled me in
Where my springtime and the rose of my cheek prospered

4. And the branch, if not for the rain, would not have greened its leaves
Oh how the branded grass can regrow and recover