To live without this is to live like a sinner.

That pain came as a trust to deliver; sorrow came to meet me.

In that village, some Heer remains awake; she sent this pain for me.

At the feet of the skies, they came to awaken the sleeping village.

In this cold and damp evening of separation, a pain came to meet me.

Behind separation lies an eternal union, beloved.

My Master Himself picked the thorns with His nails, beloved.