31.The Hems of My Blouse

(Sung by Women)

My love for you is like the hems of my blouse;

My longing for you is like this black head scarf,

Like this black shawl lying unraveled in my hands.

Even though you have forgotten me,I still miss you!

I miss you while I lie in bed at night;

During the day,I long for you.

My hair is falling out from my longing,

My neck grows thin from my desire.

Missing you,I have become emaciated.

I have started speaking to the trees.

I want to drown myself in the river;

Maybe I’ll just throw myself in the pond and die!

The wrong of taking my own life,

Doesn’t compare to the injustice of not marrying you!

I cannot bring myself to weave anymore;

I can’t bring myself to even stand up.

I can’t bear to hoe the fields,

Whenever I try to speak,tears come flowing down!

The words get stuck in my throat.