To lift us from want, he left us afar. Brooding over him, Your eyes now quail before flowers. The pale and tear-filled eyes seem to convey That your lover has been unkind. Sagging shoulders that once stood firm on the bridal day Seem to clearly point to parting. Your lord away, your think shoulders droop, Beauty and bracelets lost. Drooping shoulders, its fading beauty And slipping bracelets declare his cruelty. Drooping shoulders and slipping bracelets, These I bear; to call him cruel, unbearable. Can you, O heart, gain glory by relating that cruel man The woes of my fading shoulders? For once I relaxed my hugging arms, This poor girl’s forehead turned pale. Cool breeze crept between our embrace; Her large rain-cloud eyes paled at once. Seeing the once bright forehead grow pale, Her eyes too suffered and grew pale!