Kindly say this word for me,
That it’s death when we are parted.
Flapping off the wild goose clambers,
Says she will if she remembers.
Fill the ink-stone, bring the water,
To my love I’ll write a letter;
Ink and paper soon will see
The one that’s all the world to me,
While the pen and I together,
Left behind, condole each other.