May my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.

Let my pains remain with me.

Let my pains remain with me, I won't utter, I express it not.

I gather all of my sorrow and bring you in my reminiscence, I think of you and forget all of my pain.

Silence is polite, but not always.

Neither my acts have wiped the woes of any sufferer out, nor have I cured pains of wounded ones; with the faith pompous mercenary, O' Glorious! O 'Lord Almighty! how can I bow my head in your adulation?

May my pain remain drunk singing its own love songs.