Tell me if you are not leaving. Bid farewell to those Who can survive to see your return. His mere look was once a delight; but now Even his embrace saddens, fearing separation. How hard it is to trust when even he who knows Breaks his word and goes! How can I be blamed for trusting one Who left me after assuring “fear not”? If you would serve me, stop him going. Gone we shall not meet again. When he is stubborn to announce separation, It is futile to hope for reunion. Do not the bangles sliding down my arms Forebode the departure of my lord? It is bitter to live among strangers. Bitter still is to part with one's love. Can fire, which hurts when touched, Hurt like the passion of love even untouched? Strange how many can bear separation, Survive sorrow, and live!