There goes I,
Without saying a thing.
Without turning back,
Without complaining.
Without having taken a thing,
Without a thing granting.
Separated had our ways, goes I without beholding you (for one last time)
No bitterness there is in my heart , nor any regretfulness
'Tis, as if I am walking beside you
(And) Your voice becomes more distant at every step.
There goes I, without any trace of my steps left behind.
The string you've wired round my heart, cracked not.
Bird of heart, of singing this song has wearied not.
No one ever furled* on me like you have.
Leaving I, before our light (of love) dwindles away..