01x23 - Episode 23

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Written by: Naghmeh Samini, Hassan Fathi

Ali Nasirian

Taraneh Alidousti

Shahab Hosseini

Mostafa Zamani

Parinaz Izadyar
Mehdi Soltani-Sarvestani

Mahmoud Pakniat
Houman Barghnavard

Gelareh Abbasi
Ghazal Shakeri

Soheila Razavi, Fariba Motekhases
Pantea Panahiha

Ramin Nasernasir, Nasim Adabi, Hadi Ghomeishi

Mehran Nael, Amirhossein Fathi, Mina Vahid

Farshid Samadipour, Parviz Bozorgi
Mohammad Yeganeh

Nahid Moslemi, Mona Ahmadi, Nahal Dashti

Bani Palshomun, Reza Najafi, Mehdi Alipour, Pasha Jamali

Mahsa Nasiri, Saghi Zinati
Manouchehr Zendedel, Parisa Sabourinejad

With
Parviz Falahipour, Amirhossein Rostami, Jamshid Gorgin

Starring
Jamshid Hashempour

And
Abolfazl Pourarab

Camera operator: Mohammad Namdari
First assistant camera: Abolfazl Nabati

Programmers: Alireza Nesai, Hamed Tasdigh-Moghaddam

First assistant director: Arash Sajjadi-Hosseini
Unit production manager: Atoosa Shahsiah

Supervising director: Seyed Mohsen Yousefi
Photographer: Amirhossein Shojaee

Visual effects: Behnam Khaksar
Title sequence: Majid Yousefzadeh

Sound engineer: Khosro Keyvanmehr
Production manager: Taher Amani

Set designer: Hassan Ruhparvari
Costume designer: Jaleh Zakizadeh

Singer: Mohsen Chavoshi

Sound and mix: Seyed Alireza Alavian

Make-up designer: Saeed Malekan

Music by: Amir Tavasoli

Edited by: Mehdi Hosseinivand

Director of photography: Afshin Ahmadi

Project manager: Hassan Najjarian-Daryani

Executive manager: Saeed Malekan

Investors:
Seyed Mohammad Hadi Razavi, Seyed Mohammad Emami

Produced by: Seyed Mohammad Emami

Directed by: Hassan Fathi

To make it short,

I want a divorce between you

and Jamshidís daughter.

I want you to

I want you to know that itíll all pass Shahrzad.

I want you to know youíre mine.

I want you to know,

that Iíll come back. I promise.

- Nosrat?
- Yes sir?

I donít want to go home.

Go to a cafÈ or somewhere.

Yes sir.

Your love burned my soul, my darling.

I sing during the night.

When will I get to you my darling?

I sing during the night.

Where are you my beloved?

Where are you my darling?

- Yes?
- Colonel, Mr. Divansalar is on the line.

- Put him through.
- Yes sir.

- Maker it quick.
- Yes sir.

- Hello?
- Hello Mr. Divansalar.

- Itís such a pleasure.
- Hello.

Even the sun should not rise

When weíre at Mr. Bozorgís presence.

Of course,

we havenít been lucky enough to meet you.

But even hearing your voice

is a pleasure for me.
- Cut it out Teymouri.

Stop talking nonsense.
What can I do for you?

What can you do for me?

I just missed you and was worried about you.

- Worried about me!
- Iíve been trying hard to find the outlaws

who were behind that incident.

Besides, Mr. Divansalar

It was like the b*llet had hit me.

Iíve been so worried about you.

Stop talking nonsense colonel.

- Why havenít you arrested those criminals yet?
- Yes.

Iíve been constantly following up this matter.

Make sure I will do

my best to find these people.
- Itís for your own good to make it quick colonel.

Yes.

- Yes sir, sure.
- Letís see what you can do Teymouri.

I wonít take up your time anymore.

As soon as I come to desired conclusions,

I will let you know.

Very well.

- Sure.
- Good day.

Goodbye.

- Yes?
- Excuse me sir, Maryam Mehrzad is here.

- All right. Let her in.
- Yes sir.

- Listen.
- Yes sir?

As long as sheís here,

- I want no interruption.
- Yes sir.

Please go ahead.

Hello colonel.

Hello Miss Maryam.

Please have a seat.
Make yourself comfortable.

I hope you donít mind me calling
you with your first name.

Itís okay.
Youíre too kind.

- You want me to light the fireplace?
- No thanks, Iím fine.

Whatís up?

- How have you been?
- Fine, thank you.

- Colonel, is this matter serious?
- Of course it is.

But youíre lucky that Iím
a fan of you on the stage.

- Tea or coffee?
- Thank you.

- I have to go.
- Donít say that.

In the words of the poet,

Iím tired of the angelsí breath,

- Is that right?
- Yes, thatís it.

Tired of the angelsí breath I am,

For the sake of you I shall sacrifice everything.

For the sake of you! Very nice.

Such a nice poetic spirit.

Iím a literature student.

Reciting a single verse is not
that big of a deal for me.

Itís all about the way you utter the words.

I mean,

The words get out of your mouth so beautifully.

Bravo! Bravo!

Colonel, can you please get to
the point about the summons?

- Iím ready for hearing anything.
- Poor thing!

Yes, sure.

You didnít tell me.
Tea or coffee?

- Coffee please.
- Bravo.

A cup of coffee for you.

No worries. Iíll let him know.
Sure.

- What happened?
- Colonel said itíd take long.

- You should go.
- How can I go sergeant?

We have to go on the stage together.
We have a performance.

- Can I go inside?
- No.

The other time you went in, I got punished.

Off you go.
Colonel said not to wait here.

Off you go sir.

Go on.

Go sir.

- Hi guys.
- Hi.

- Hi Maryam, youíre late.
- Sorry I know.

- Where have you been?
- In the police headquarters.

- Well?
- What happened Maryam?

- Thank God it ended well.
- Good to know.

Iím coming.

Hi. Sorry Iím late.

We came so fast.

- We?
- Yes. Colonel Teymouri gave me a lift.

With another man.

Do you know what his job is?

- Should I tell you?
- Go ahead.

Heís a film director.
Heís going to make his new movie.

Heíll probably pick me for his leading role.

Very nice!

Itíll be wonderful for me.

He told me the story.

- Itís an interpretation of Othello.
- Nice.

Colonel Teymouri introduced me to him.

- So it wasnít a tough interrogation.
- It wasnít an interrogation at all.

Colonel Teymouri took care of everything.

But they told me itíd take long.

- I had to come back alone.
- I know darling.

But Colonel Teymouri tried so hard to solve the problem.

All right.

Iím so thankful to Colonel Teymouri for
what heís done for my fiancÈ.

Babak.

Youíre starting again?

You must be happy now.

Who was that lieutenant?

Ebi, the bully! I think youíd be happier
if he skinned me alive.

- Maryam?
- Coming.

- Please hurry up.
- Iím coming.

- Now I know what love means.
- Get out of here!

Distressed and wandering,

My heart is heavy my darling,

Come back to me,

Put me to sleep in the color your eyes,

Donít tell me the story ends with my death,

Iím burning in your eyes,

Donít tell me youíre fed up with the world,

Donít tell me youíre leaving,

Oí my beautiful beloved,

My heavy heart, my grief,

My pain and adversity,

My aching wound, my tragedy,

I built my smiles again with you,

Listening to you,

With so much distress, I won your heart,

Searching my heart,

I became your smiles.

Your eyes, more beautiful than ever,

Your smiles, fading away,

Oí my beautiful beloved,

My heavy heart, my grief,

My pain and adversity,

My aching wound, my tragedy,

They say cheating play never thrives.

I knew from the beginning that this
marriage would come to grief.

It mustíve happened for the best.
Mr. Bozorg doesnít do anything unwisely.

Is it wise to take a child away from his mother?

Why are you saying that Hashem?

Stop talking behind their back. Here.

Weíre just sharing some feelings.

She can see her child twice a week.

Isnít that too much?

Iím afraid she gets tired of her child!

Hashem, youíre not a mother.
You donít understand

what theyíre doing to this innocent girl.

Of course sheís faulty too.

She shouldnít have agreed

to marry Ghobad.

- Mitra honey?
- Yes dad?

- Turn on the radio for the news.
- Itís just nonsense.

Mitra, go bring me the white twine honey.

Okay.

- Farhad shouldnít know about this for now.
- Mitra and I wonít tell him anything.

But heíll hear it from a stranger sooner or later.

Jamshid is not doing well at all.

Heís all skin and bones.

Poor Shahrzad!
Her life got ruined overnight.

Little Kabir! Such a good boy you are.

From now on, Iím your mommy.
Okay?

Look how heís smiling.

Thank God he looks just like Ghobad.

He doesnít look like that witch at all.

- He looks like me a little, doesnít he?
- Yes maíam.

Donít get an attitude now that
youíre the babyís nurse.

I havenít forgotten what you did before.

- Youíll stay till the baby is no longer attached to you.
- Yes.

- Then you can go serve that stupid girl again.
- Yes.

Batoul! If I hear you talk to this kid
behind my back, Iíll skin you alive.

- But this child isÖ
- You heard me.

Yes maíam.

Come in.

Take him out of here.
I canít stand him crying.

- Come here my dear.
- Heís so sweet.

So sweet.

- Let me burn some wild rue for you.
- Get it out of here. I donít want to smell smoke.

Yes maíam.

This chocolate has been brought from
abroad by a friend of Mr. Bozorgís.

He said to bring it to you.

- Sit down. We need to talk.
- Yes maíam.

May heaven save you if anyone finds out
I was faking it up taking cyanide the other night.

Iíll kick you out.

Youíll get back to the hell you came from.

Understood?

What are you saying maíam?
It was my own idea.

I bought the cyanide myself.

It was me who told Nosrat about it.

- Why should I reveal it? Wouldnít it be an arrow shot upright?
- Youíre right.

I just wanted to warn you.

No worries, maíam.
Thank God it all went on as you wished.

If I knew itíd work, Iíd do it sooner.

Your reward is safe with me.

Youíre happy now and thatís enough for me, maíam.

You deserve it. Iím pleased with you.

- Bring me my purse.
- Yes maíam.

Here you are maíam.

Here.

Take it and buy some cloths from the market.

- Buy yourself some things as well.
- Yes maíam.

Thank you.

I want you to make me ten dresses.

The styles Ghobad likes.

I want you to make Kabir a few clothes as well.

Give this to that ungrateful
Batoul on your way.

- She left it, the abbey will be cold.
- Yes maíam. Thank you.

- Mohsen?
- Yes sir?

Iím not coming back tonight.

- Keep everything under control.
- Yes sir.

- Bye for now.
- Goodbye.

- Good night.
- Good night, bye.

Bye.

Hello Jamshid.

Mr. Hashem, Jamshid is here.

Hello Hashem.

Hello old friend.

- Fancy meeting you here.
- I missed you.

Welcome. Come on.

- Hello Jamshid. How are you?
- Hello.

- Iíll bring you some tea.
- Have a seat.

Youíve come to see your old
friend after such a long time.

Iím afraid youíre here to sell your old carpets.

Among all these silk carpets,

donít you want an old worn-out rug?

- Tea sir.
- Give it to me.

You can go.

- Youíre done here tonight.
- Iíll stay.

- Go take care of your studies.
- Okay, bye.

- Say hi to your family.
- Goodbye.

- Bye Jamshid.
- Close the door.

Okay.

- Goodbye Jamshid, bye sir.
- Goodbye.

You see what happened to us Hashem?

Men donít cry Jamshid.

Men?

Men?

get so depressed and disheartened.

You should see her Hashem.

I couldnít recognize her.

Sheís not the same Shahrzad anymore.

I ruined her life with my own hands.

With these hands, Hashem.

Saying these things wonít fix anything.

Your daughter will be a doctor soon.

Sheíll forget everything.

- Sheíll start a new life.
- Itís so bad.

Itís so bad when youíre dealing
with Mr. Bozorg on one side,

and your own flesh and blood on the other side.

Without Mr. Bozorg, I would never have this life.

You know everything about me.

I owe everything I have to Mr. Bozorg.

I couldnít do it. I couldnít tell him that

this divorce would ruin a family.

Hashem!

What would you do?

I donít know.

Oh!

With my own hands,

I ruined my daughterís birth certificate.

Donít take it harder than it is Jamshid.

Time will fix everything.

Any hard times in your life,

will be forgotten in time.

No.

This one canít be fixed.

She wonít forgive me, Hashem.

Shahrzad will never forgive me.

Iíve been cruel to her.

Iíve been cruel to your son too.

Oh!

Your son cursed me, Hashem.

Jamshid.

Pull yourself together man.

You and I have dealt with much harder times.

- Have you forgotten?
- Nothing is worse than

not being able to look your daughter in the eye.

Shame!

You know what it is, Hashem?

Itís such a bad thing.

Such a bad thing.

Our hearts are not made of stone.

I canít carry this burden on my
shoulders till the end of my life.

Hashem.

This is only between me,

God and Mr. Bozorg.

I was the one who asked Mr. Bozorg

not to let your son marry my daughter.

I thought I was being a good father to her.

Not that I didnít think of your son.

He was so headstrong, Hashem.

I was thinking about him too.

Mr. Bozorg said,

If these two marry each other,

Yadiís family would get so bloody-minded.

He said theyíd hurt your son.

I didnít want him to die, Hashem.

That was when Shahrzad agreed to marry Ghobad.

She did it to save Farhadís life.

Oh God!

I just wish,

even if thereís only an hour left from my life,

I just wish to hear my daughter laugh
from the bottom of her heart.

I want to hear her laugh, Hashem.

From the bottom of her heart.

Oh God!

k*ll me for it hurts too much.

Hashem.

Jamshid?

Jamshid?

Jamshid?

Jamshid, talk to me Jamshid!

Jamshid!

Talk to me my friend.

Jamshid?

Jamshid, talk to me.

Talk to me Jamshid.

Talk to me Jamshid.

- Hello sir. Welcome.
- My condolences.

- Hello. Thank you.
- My condolences.

Hello sir. My condolences.

- Sorry for your loss Parvin.
- See what happened to us sir?

- Hello sir.
- Hello sir.

- Our condolences.
- Our condolences.

Sorry for your loss.

Sorry for your loss my girl.

- Accept my condolences.
- Thank you sir.

I myself have one foot in the grave.
But as long as Iím breathing,

Jamshidís family is my family.

I will support you any way I can.

I want you to let me know if you need anything.

- God bless you sir.
- Nosrat?

- Yes sir?
- Give her that cheque.

What are you doing sir?
Please donít do this. Homeyra?

I was beholden to Jamshid.

I want to have a share in his funeral expenses.

My condolences to everyone.

Goodbye.

- God bless you.
- Thank you very much.

May God protect you for us.

Help yourself Mitra.

Weíll say the prayer.

- Parvin dear.
- Thanks for coming.

- Sorry for your loss.
- May God protect Hashem for you.

May he rest in peace.

My condolences.

Goodbye.

My condolences Shahrzad.

Sorry for your loss Shahrzad.

Itís so sad.

Believe me my heart has been on fire since

since you left Shahrzad.

Oh Kabir! Look whoís here.

Daddyís here! Say it sweetie.

Ms. Shirin, the baby is sleepy.

Heís not in the mood for jokes.

I know when he gets sleepy.
Donít meddle in my business.

Thatís enough.

Stop shouting.

- Batoul, take the baby to bed in the other room.
- Yes sir.

- Here. Easy! Heís a child!
- My sweetie.

Why are you wearing black?

I wanted to attend the funeral.
It must be ending now.

Go ahead. Whoís stopping you?

If you think Iíll get upset,

I wonít.

I donít like this family.
But I donít want any of them to die.

I told you to go for the burial.
You didnít.

Where could I go?

I was the one who let that poor thing die.

Now you expect me to go to his grave?

Why do you accuse yourself?

Heís always had heart problems.

- It had nothing to do with you.
- He was breathing anyway.

Nothing would be wrong with his
heart if they werenít disgraced like that.

- The heart would work like a clock.
- Itís their own fault.

They shouldnít have gotten above
themselves for being my fatherís relatives.

Youíre not even listening to me.

Iíll tell Akram to bring you some rose water.
You look pale.

Why Akram?

Where is Malmal? Is she dead?

Why should she be dead?

She packed up and went back to her
village without saying goodbye.

Aha!

- Why do you say aha like that?
- Like how?

Like that woman is so nice to
her servants and Iím not.

- Ainít it the truth?
- No wonder!

Sheís one of those maids herself.
They understand each other well.

Enough!

- Tell that boy to get my car.
- Where are you going?

To hell! Where do I have to go?

- Iím going to the club.
- You mean Iím that boring?

Shirin! For the love of God,

for the sake of your motherís soul,

- Just leave me alone.
- Fine!

I may come to you with Kabir this evening.
Weíll go to Lalezar.

Take those black clothes off.

Damn it!

Rest in peace Jamshid.

Rest in peace.

Iím so sorry.

Look how beautiful it is.

- Keep a close eye on this child, Batoul.
- Sure.

Iíll be watching him myself.

Heís attached to me more than anyone else.

- You said heís sleepy.
- Heís a child, maíam!

You canít tell when he sleeps and wakes up.

- Hello Mr. Ghobad.
- Hello.

- Hello sir.
- Hello.

What happened in the funeral?

It was like any other funeral.

People were crying and mourning.

How was Shahrzad?

- Shattered, huh?
- Well yes.

Theyíre all trying to deal with this misery somehow.

Including Shahrzad.

I wanted to come, but I couldnít.

It was this forced divorce between Shahrzad and I

that k*lled Jamshid.

Shahrzad wonít forgive me so soon.

Shahrzad is a good girl.
She knows you did it against your will.

I wish I didnít.

It was an order. Wasnít your fault.

Where is His Highness anyway?

- Heís in a secret meeting with Behboudi in the club.
- So weíre the only ones the old man can bully.

Heís making peace with Behboudi, isnít he?

Heís coming to agreement with your brotherís m*rder*r.

Itís Mr. Bozorg.
Nobody can make heads or tails of what he does.

- Hello Mr. Ghobad.
- Hello Mr. Ghobad.

Hello sir.

Let me not make you uncomfortable.

The truth is that I was really sorry
to hear about the incident.

Of course itís obvious to everyone that

you and I have been old rivals.

However, competition and enmity are two things.

- Make it look like before.
- I beg your pardon?

Itís impossible to make this cup look like before.

Just like what was between you and I.

No matter what you say to flatter me,

things wouldnít be like before.

They wouldnít be like before.

It doesnít matter what we were, disrespectable rivals,

or respectable enemies.

In any case,

What was between us is ruined.

Just like this cup.

We could either grab a sharp piece of it and rip each other out,

or collect the pieces and stick them together.

The first one will lead to bloodshed.

The second one,

will give us a fixed broken cup.

Iíd go with the second one.

Not ever attack must be answered
with an attack Mr. Behboudi.

- You attack and then I do.
- Mr. Divansalar.

- I think that you,
- Iím not finished yet.

Iíll finish it now.

Weíll stick the pieces of this cup together.

And

put an end to this fight.

You will forget about those bank loans.

And I will forget about the tender offers regarding
the lands in Vanak, Gholhak and those antiques.

So long.

- Hello colonel.
- Hello Mr. Behboudi.

Couldnít we meet in a better place than in this clunker?

Security issues!

Please have a seat.

I hope you have good news.

It appears that the old man has decided to make peace.

- He could be playing with us.
- Heís not.

The old lion is getting ready to depart.

I could see in his eyes the desire
for a long sleep like death.

But heís still a tiger deep inside.
Donít forget that.

That means he could scratch us
even on his way to his grave.

Heís just waiting to find a trace of your wild deer.

That wild deer has been holding a
grudge against him for long.

If she gets a chance,

sheíll try to k*ll the old man
again to avenge her partner.

But a lot of opportunities canít be regained.

Youíve been left with such a useless thing Mr. Behboudi.

Especially now that youíve declared peace.

Iíll find a way to fill this hole.

You can count on me.

After all, we all are in the same ship.

- A hole in it could let us all drown.
- Speaking of ship!

Did that seized load of steel get
released from Boushehr Harbor?

Donít worry.

Iíve been following it up through one
of the police chiefs in Boushehr.

Cigarettes?

I remember these steam locomotives.

Look whatís happened to them now.

The damaged look somehow resembles
the current situation of Bozorg.

We used to act so naughty in these locomotives.

Youíre still naughty, colonel.

- You like the house?
- I canít take my eyes off it.

- Itís so big and beautiful, just like the richís houses.
- You should see those houses.

Go to that room. That one is Esmatís.
Put your things there and come help me.

Why did you lift this? Itís heavy.

- Watch your steps Esmat.
- Weíre done maíam. Can we go?

Yes you can go.

- But this is not enough.
- Donít be so greedy.

- Just take it and go.
- Let us know if thereís any work.

Sure. Thank you.

Come on Effat.

What are you staring at mother?
Come on.

- Iím coming dear.
- I have a lot to do. Iíll be late.

Careful.

This place is too good for us.

- This is too good to be true.
- Excuse me!

You want to return a gift?

You canít reject Mr. Bozorgís generosity.

- You want to get back to the previous damn place?
- No. Iím just saying this place is too good for us.

Whatís wrong with us?
What makes the rich any better than us?

We just have to put on some make-up,
wear some nice clothes and stuff like that.

Theyíll weíll be even better than them.

But our furniture canít even
fill a corner of this house.

Donít worry about the furniture honey.

Iíll fill the while place for you.

Sit down Esmat, your leg is painful.
You shouldnít work.

Yes dear.
Itís not good for you.

God bless you.
I wouldíve never thought of this day.

The best is yet to come.

Iíll take you to so many luxurious houses.

Iíll take my sisters to the city.

- Iíll treat them like princesses.
- Put it over there.

Poor your dad!
Heís been left alone with that old woman.

Serves him well, mother.

I wish we could bring him here as well.

You want to make trouble for
you and your daughters?

- From now on, weíre a family of five not six.
- But honey

No buts! You heard me.

Donít you want your daughters to get somewhere?

Do you want them to beg the rich like me for peanuts?

He was so high that he didnít even
understand we were moving out.

Donít worry. Iíll have his back.

Mother, if you give this address to anyone,

- Iíll disappear and wonít let you find me.
- Iím not that stupid my dear.

Stop making so much noise.
You want them to throw us away?

Say something to them.

This house is given to us by Mr. Bozorg.

Nobody dares to say anything to you.

You can laugh and play as much as you want.

This is our house now.
Weíll play as much as we want.

Why are you still awake Marzieh?

Insomnia is epidemic, especially
between husbands and wives.

- What is this? Iíve had dinner.
- What you ate was not dinner.

You just played with your food.

I know youíre heavyhearted.
But you canít stop eating.

Iím not heavyhearted, Iím fine.

Thereís a sorrow in your eyes.

- You think Iím not worried about you?
- Are you afraid

that I too go to the place Jamshid went?
- Cut it out Hashem. God forbid.

They say men donít cry but thatís nonsense.

Why do you think women live
longer lives compared to men?

Because they shed tears.
It makes you feel better.

It helps you get rid of your grieves.

- This world has no mercy on anyone.
- No.

I understood that better when I lost a dear one.

This is how your heart

keeps hurting till it burns.

Then you canít even tolerate yourself.

Iíve seen you like this only twice.

Once lately and once a long time ago.

It was during our honeymoon to Mashhad.

You noticed someone in the shrine accidentally.

What was her name? Ghamar.

Youíd been like this for a couple of days.

Later, I realized you were in love with her.

But then you married me.

I didnít say that to rebuke you.

I just want you to know how much I care about you.

I understand how you feel.

Sometimes I think that you deserved
to live with the one you loved.

I wanted you.

- But you,
- Neither Ghamar

nor the whole world,

can take the place of you now.

- I wonít choose anyone over you.
- Yes.

A married life makes you attached.

If a husband and wife are not made for each other,

no matter what they do,

they canít get along.

After having four kids, two of which have passed away,

now youíve come to a conclusion that,

weíre not made for each other.
- Donít put words into my mouth Marzieh.

Itís getting cold.

I wonder where Farhad is.

One of his friends was unwell.
Heís gone to see him.

Heís just like you.

He cares about everyone but himself.

God rest Jamshidís soul.

Hashem,

How about we visit his family once a week?

We should help them forget their sorrows.

Itís better we leave them alone for a while.

The passage of time may ease their pain a little.

Poor Shahrzad.

Mr. Bozorg has been so cruel to her.

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

The sky is cloudy.

I said Iíd die without you, not this time.

You said you loved me, I think not,

Time and again, you said ìI love youî,

Falling for these empty words I shall not,

Rejected once Iím devoted to you,

Your companion is all I wish to be,

Leaving you are, and I beg you to stay,

Another time I beg but insist I shall not,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart youíre squeezing in your hand,

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

How can I be pleased in my own grave?

Departing you are, but my darling,

Forget me you may, but not deny,

You are cruel to me, however,

I may resent but never detest you,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart youíre squeezing in your hand,

Oí Iím all alone again.

Iím all on my own.

In the Day of Judgment we shall meet again,