The presence of your lovers won’t dwindle; their number will never wane;

But my presence at your door will never be there again.

The sorrow from generations equals only the grief that comes from you;

If this grief is ended, many sorrows will inevitably abstain.

But my presence at your door will never be there again.

The presence of your lovers won’t dwindle; their number will never wane.

If by chance, by a stroke of luck, you become mine,

The blows of our painful separation will continue to remain.

But my presence at your door will never be there again.

The presence of your lovers won’t dwindle; their number will never wane.

The misunderstandings of our hearts will keep on increasing

If there are no serious conferences between us twain.

But my presence at your door will never be there again.

The presence of your lovers won’t dwindle; their number will never wane.

The presence of your lovers won’t dwindle; their number will never wane;

But my presence at your door will never be there again.