Tears soak my kohled eyes
when they meet you.
Seeking your approval,
to let me to go.
What, O what,
should I do,
when clock ticks away,
besides that, that has been taught?
Neither would sun come up,
Neither would sun come up,
without you around.
Nor would moon concur to stay,
without hearing your sound.
My beloved Master!
My beloved Master!
You must let me go.
Let me go,
before it’s your time to.
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