When pain is Your gift,
To whom shall I complain?
When pain is Your gift,
To whom shall I complain?
When separation You've bestowed,
To whom shall I unite?
When pain is Your gift,
To whom shall I complain?
Your reflection scattered,
Shattered with the mirror's face,
Your reflection scattered,
Shattered with the mirror's face,
My sight wounded now,
Whom shall I blame for this broken trace?
When pain is Your gift,
To whom shall I complain?
I am journeying,
With Your separation as my guide,
I am journeying,
With Your separation as my guide,
My companion sorrow, then
From whom shall I seek to hide?
When pain is Your gift,
To whom shall I complain?
Blossoms bloom, or your hennaed hands unveil,
Blossoms bloom, or your hennaed hands unveil,
You are everywhere, so
Whom shall I ask to tell your tale?
When pain is Your gift,
To whom shall I complain?
Your lips, your gaze,
Your cheeks, your tresses so,
Your lips, your gaze,
Your cheeks, your tresses so,
So alive, this heart -
Whom shall I implore to let go?
When pain is Your gift,
To whom shall I complain?
When separation You've bestowed,
To whom shall I unite?
When pain is Your gift,
To whom shall I complain?
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