01x25 - Episode 25

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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

You see uncle?

People don’t even do this with their enemies.

Tell Mr. Bozorg the exact things you told me.

- What can I say?
- Come on!

Hasn’t she said she’d do this to
me one night when I’m sleeping?

Hasn’t she said she’d make the
child’s mother mourn for him?

Has she said that or not?

Has she?

Yes sir.

See?

God knows what she’d do to me if I were there.

I could’ve been ripped off like one of these clothes.

I’m not worried about myself.
I’m worried about your grandkid.

I’m worried about Kabir.

I’m afraid she hurts him.

- I’ve told Batoul to keep a close eye on the child.
- Enough!

You get out.

- Yes sir.
- Take these out of here.

Leave them. Go.

Excuse me.

Stupid girl hasn’t still learned she must
not reveal the family’s secrets

to strangers especially servants and maids!

Stupid girl! Idiot.

Whatever you say.

If Shirin is your daughter, I’m your nephew.

Why don’t you listen to me for once?

I’m worried about Shirin. She’s not well.

She’s not mentally stable.

I’m afraid she puts us in trouble.

Excuse me Mr. Bozorg.
By your permission, let’s put a stop to this now.

Mr. Ghobad, you had a meeting in the club.

- If you remember.
- No. Let him have his say.

Shirin is sick.

- And then?
- I don’t know.

She’s not mentally stable.

I don’t know about the rest.

Are you suggesting that,

We should get help from witchcraft, sorcery and exorcists?

Or

should we leave her in a lunatic asylum or somewhere?

Whatever it is,

it’s better than leaving her on her own like that.

I’m afraid she does something stupid.

Didn’t you say she’s tried to take cyanide?

You didn’t say what we should do.

Witchcraft is nonsense.

But maybe we should take her to a doctor.

Maybe she needs some medicines.

Perhaps she needs to be away from here for a while.

People who are physically ill are taken to hospitals.

and those who are mentally ill
- Are taken to lunatic asylums, huh?

Well-said! I’m impressed.

You truly have the Divansalar blood in your veins.

You expect me to leave my daughter in a lunatic asylum?

You expect me to let everyone know that

my daughter has gone insane?

Is that what you want?

What happened?

Why are you silent?

Why did you stop talking?

If I take my daughter to a lunatic asylum,

what are you gonna do with all your shamelessness?

How are you gonna hide it?

- That’s not what I meant.
- Shut your mouth! Just shut it.

Sorry Mr. Bozorg.

Getting angry is not good for you.

This is all your fault.
You did this to my daughter. You!

Shirin wasn’t like this.

Was it this girl who married you?

Was Shirin like this before?

Now you’re telling me to take
her to a lunatic asylum?

Shame on you!

If I didn’t know your mother

who was such a virtuous woman,

I wouldn’t believe that you’re
the son of my late brother.

Get lost.

Get lost.

- Nosrat?
- Yes sir?

- You stay.
- I’m staying sir.

I want you to kick this girl Akram out of here.

Whatever you order sir.
But she’s witnessed the m*rder.

She might talk behind
Ms. Shirin’s back out there.

- Of course if you want, I can keep her quiet for good.
- No! No!

It’s not advisable. No more bloodshed.

But!

Keep a close eye on her.

I’ll see what I should do later.

Whatever you say sir.

Go.

It’s willow water.
It’ll make you feel better.

You went too far Ghobad.

As far as I know,

you didn’t use to have these problems
with Mr. Bozorg before.

Things were different before, Nosrat.

I wasn’t so anxious.

I don’t blame you.

People always have their own concerns.

Even when they die, their concern is their will.

Every time Heshmat came to visit me,

he was worried about your rights in this house.

He said Mr. Bozorg could reject Ghobad,

and deprive him of everything.

Deprive me of everything? Why?

Whom will he leave his properties with?

Who’s closer to him than me?

- Shirin.
- But she’s crazy.

Mr. Bozorg knows that well.

But there might come another man,

who’s not crazy.

What do you say I should do?
Should I beg him and say I’m sorry?

No. No!

That’s even worse.

Mr. Bozorg is old and tired.

You should be more considerate to him.

Shirin!

What should I do with this crazy woman?

Be patient.

I’ll keep an eye on that innocent child.

Nosrat.

If Heshmat,

wanted me to get somewhere,

I don’t know,

maybe it was because he wanted to get something out of it too.

What about you?

What is it you’re after?

I’m not after wealth or such things.

I just want you to get your rights.

Why?

You may come to know later.

Peace!

And be still!

I will so.

What's the matter my lord?

That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee,

thou gavest to Cassio.

No, by my life and soul!

Send for the man and ask him the truth.

Sweet soul,
Take heed of perjury.

- Thou art on thy deathbed.
- Ay.

- But not yet to die.
- Yes, presently.

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin,

For to deny each article with oath,

Cannot remove nor choke the strong
conception that I do groan withal.

Thou art to die.

Then Lord have mercy on me.

I blew it tonight, didn’t I?

Don’t blame yourself.

You were just distracted.

Your attention was not fixed.

You were just uttering your words.

Last night, I forgot a complete part.

The prompter was taking a nap I think.
We blew it!

- It’s a live performance anyway. It happens.
- Not anymore.

- They’ll bring someone else to act the part tomorrow night.
- What?

I hate Othello.

It’s become my whole life.

It makes me sick to

beg someone I love before so many people every night.

Are you out of your mind Babak?

It’s the role you play!

- People know they’re watching a play!
- Don’t try to convince me Farhad.

It’s too late.

I’ve recommended someone.
He’s been rehearsing for a week now.

- You wanna k*ll yourself, huh?
- k*ll myself?

- I can’t die more than this.
- Quit it Babak.

Theater keeps you fresh.

The only place you can be away from your
problems for a few hours is on that stage.

You don’t understand Farhad.

On the contrary, it’s the only place
you’re stuck with yourself.

You’re stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea.

You can neither cry nor get sick.

You can’t even cry.

You have to reach the end.

I can’t do it anymore.

I can’t go over Othello every night.

Please let me off here Farhad.

Where are you going?

You think I’ll leave you alone in this situation?

Remember what you told me a while ago?

Sometimes, nobody can calm you down.

You should be alone at times like this.

Pull over please.

Take care, buddy.

Prepare to die.

- Are you the phony nurse?
- This is the end of the line.

You’ll do me a great favor.

Finish it.

Protect me and I’ll let you live.

Are you in?

It’s better you live.

Step back.

Get your stick.

Step back.

Sit down.

I said sit down!

- Put your hands on your head.
- Quit it bro!

If I wanted to sh**t you, I would.

What you’re doing is no use.

If I came to you like this,

it was because I wanted you to know,

that Sharbat can do anything.

But I didn’t k*ll you so you’d protect me.

Are your bosses dead

that you’re asking me to protect you?

You know why I’ve turned to a devil like you?

They’ve decided to k*ll me.

And only you

can take care of them.

Come in.

Who’s that, sir?

This is the phony nurse that tried to k*ll me.

What is she doing here?

That’s what I should ask you and
those useless guards out there.

Hey! Easy!

No walls or guards could ever block my way.

Dogs would eat anything if you keep
them hungry for long, even poison.

She belongs to the g*ng that k*lled Heshmat.

- Jerk!
- Hold on.

She’s taken shelter here.

She could sh**t me but she didn’t.

Let me see.

Wasn’t there a man in your boss’s g*ng,

that they hired you to k*ll me?

There was.

But the grudge I’ve been holding
against you is a long story.

Your hands smell of Taghi Rafat’s blood.

Taghi!

God rest his soul.
He’d been in love with me since long ago.

I’d been married to him temporarily,
for a year and three months.

We had decided to repent and stop doing crimes.

But he lost his life because of the fight
between you and Behboudi.

I became a widow with no inheritance.

I became the victim of this story.
Forget about the inheritance.

- It was himself I wanted.
- Don’t you want to quit it?

- Get to the point.
- I did already.

Behboudi has decided to shed my blood.

He might be thinking I’m going to tell you everything.

Now tell me.

Tell me the whole story.

Do we have a deal?

Bozorg is a man of his word.

From now on, you’ll be protected by me.
Now tell me.

They think that it’s only Behboudi
I know everything about.

They have no idea I know
all the ins and outs of them.

I’ve overheard everything.

These are the major players.

Behboudi.

Soheili.

This hypocrite, Teymouri.

And a fat guy named Shirvani.

- Nosrat?
- Yes sir?

- I don’t want anyone in this house to know this woman is here.
- Yes sir.

From now on, you’ll be protected by me.

Until when?

It depends on you.

Go on.

Where are you taking me?

Get down and keep quiet.

To the left.

This is it.

Good.

That was the upstairs and this is the downstairs.

If the cat had wings,

it would choke all the birds in the air.

Since when the onion is considered a fruit?

Stay here and keep quiet.
It’s for your own good.

This house is full of people.

If any of them finds out a woman like you is here,

the news will be spread and you’ll be done.

Instead of talking my head off,
bring me something to eat.

- Anything else my lady?
- Stop teasing me.

Have fun.

Shahrzad honey?

- Shouldn’t you go to college? Wake up.
- Leave me alone mother.

- Wake up.
- I’m not going today. I’m not in the mood.

I’ve had enough.

Every morning I have to play every trick.

to get you out of this hole.

Come drink your tea.

Are you going to work Hooshang?

Yes mother.

It’s the police headquarters.
We have to go to work early.

God rest Jamshid’s soul.
He always said it’s not the job that’s important.

- It’s the honest money you make.
- Well-said.

I’ll keep that in mind.

Thank you.

We make the most honest money.

We help people.

A lot of them try to bribe me there.

But I don’t accept bribery.
I’m not like that.

Sorry Hooshang woke you up mother.

I couldn’t sleep these nights.

This morning I woke up to send Simin to school.

Mother, Homeyra and I will go back to our
own house tonight. We’ve troubled you enough.

- Sorry for the inconvenience.
- Yes mother.

- Sorry for all the trouble.
- It was no trouble.

- There’s something about the restaurant I wanted to tell you.
- It’s not the time Hooshang.

- Drink your tea.
- I know what you want to say. Be patient.

We should consult with Mr. Bozorg.

- Homeyra will get her share.
- Now mother will think that

- I’ve been waiting to get my share.
- No!

It’s not like that mother.

I just meant that,

It’s not right we keep the restaurant closed for long.

People may think your son-in-law is good for nothing.

I wanted to open the restaurant today
after work if you don’t mind.

It’s time the cooks and waiters get back to work.

I don’t know.

Maybe Jamshid’s soul will be happier

to know that his business is flourishing.

- He loved that restaurant.
- God rest his soul.

- Go with God.
- Thank you mother.

Do you even know how to run a restaurant?

It’s a great responsibility.

Here honey.

No thank you mother.
I’ll just have my tea.

Stop rejecting the food I give you.
It’s not fair.

It must be Simin.

She must’ve left her books again.

Poor Simin!

She lost her father too soon.

Oh dear!

It’s whatever God wills.

Perfect! We make every mistake
thinking it’s God’s will.

- Mother! Mother!
- What’s going on?

Mr. Bozorg is here.

Why so unexpectedly?

I’m not home.

- Have you gotten used to your new position?
- Yes, thanks to you.

Come in Nosrat. Welcome.

You mad us delighted.
Please go ahead.

- Hello sir. Welcome.
- Hello Parvin.

- Hello sir.
- How are you?

- Very well, thank you.
- Hello.

Hello my boy. How are you?

Kabir will grow up soon.
Then you can play with each other.

- You tricky you!
- Hello sir.

God rest Jamshid’s soul.

Thank you.

- Sorry I disturbed you this early.
- It’s okay.

I’d like to see Shahrzad before she goes out.

She’s home, isn’t she?

- Well…
- Yes, she’s home.

I want to see her alone.

Sure.

Help yourself sir.

Here.

- Anything else?
- No thank you.

Excuse me.

I wanted to talk to you sooner.

But

Jamshid’s passing didn’t let me.

Excuse me.
I have a class to attend in an hour.

- I’m late. Let’s do this some other time.
- Sit down girl.

Sit down.

You might be upset with me.

But I’m your guest now.

I could summon you to my mansion.

But I thought

I would come here as a guest,

so you’d be more patient.

You’re free to say anything you want.

Not because your father has passed away.

Or,

or because I made you get a divorce
and leave your son.

Not because of these things.

When my wife Masoumeh passed away,

I told myself:

“You’ve become so strong Bozorg.”

“Nothing can break you anymore.”

That was true.

Until the day Jamshid

sent his daughter to give me my injections.

Since that day,

everything changed.

Do you know what I want to say?

Unfortunately no.

So much the better.

I don’t expect you to.

There are secretes in life that,

people should get buried with.

They should never be revealed.

If I

was born 40 years later,

in this city…

But I’m not here to tell you these things.

I’m here to tell you

that according to our deal

half of that restaurant belonged to Jamshid.

The other half is mine.

I’d like to make over my share
to you one of these days.

- I don’t need your generosity at all.
- Let me finish.

This restaurant belongs to you
and your family from now on.

If you don’t want it, you can put it on fire.

And don’t worry about your child.

I’ll let you spend more time with him.

That child

is carrying a heavy burden on his back.
Try to understand that.

Besides, you’re still my daughter-in-law.

I’m saying this here and everywhere else.

Your marriage with Ghobad,

had one benefit and that was
making you a Divansalar too.

But I don’t consider myself a Divansalar anymore.

- I never did.
- Yes, it’s your own destiny.

I can get mad at you if you break my heart.

But I don’t want to do that.
I mean I can’t.

Why don’t you understand?

I was stuck in a tough situation.
I was stuck between Shirin and you.

- It was your own fault from the beginning.
- I just wanted to

keep this precious gem in the Divansalar family.

I’m sorry that you think of people as objects.

Some precious, some worthless.

Don’t you want to

make this old man happy with a few nice words?

Do you want me to lie to you?

Don’t tell me you never did!

Because I won’t believe you.

Especially to Ghobad.

What was this handkerchief doing with Hashem’s son?

And these pictures.

- These pictures,
- I want no explanations.

I just want to tell you that,

If anyone else were in my shoes,

he’d raise a hell after seeing these.

But I didn’t.

Now follow this,

and see where you will get.

Because I,

Bozorg Divansalar, know everything about you.

I needed to talk to you.

Now I feel better.

Hello sir.

Hello sir.

- Welcome Mr. Sedgh Noosri.
- How are you?

- Have you been waiting for long?
- No sir. I just arrived.

- Please go ahead.
- Thank you.

- Please.
- Thank you.

- I’ll be right with you.
- Excuse me.

- Give me that bad.
- I’ll carry it for you sir.

You don’t need to come in.

I want no interruption or calls.

- Kamal, bring some tea.
- Yes sir.

- Close the door.
- Yes sir.

- Kamal?
- Yes sir?

- Who’s this guy?
- Mr. Sedgh Noori.

He’s been Mr. Bozorg’s lawyer for 4-5 years.

- All right. Go get the tea.
- Okay.

Well.

Tell me about the current situation of the country sir.

A lot of things have been happening.

Here and there.

But considering your condition,

I’ll avoid the bad news and give you the good ones.

Very well. Go ahead.

I have to tell you that a few professors

who had been fired after Mosaddegh’s government,

are back to work again.

Really? I’m impressed.

And the joint commission of both Houses,

finally approved the independence of the bar association.
- And people like you still believe there’s no freedom in this country.

It depends how you define freedom, Mr. Divansalar.

Another news.

It appears that importing tea has been permitted.

Of course it’s for you to say
if this one is good or bad.

If you’re dealing with tea sellers, it’s good.

But if you’re

dealing with local tea planters,

it’s bad.

May I ask whose side you are on?

- Are you talking about me?
- Yes sir.

- Please help yourself.
- Thank you.

I have no time for dealing with good
and bad in this world anymore.

I already have one foot in the grave.

God forbid sir.

- You still owe this world a lot.
- I’m serious.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

I summoned you for the same reason.

I’d like for you to make me a new will.

I want all my movable and immovable properties,

to be made over to my only daughter Shirin Divansalar.
- All of them?

Yes sir.

In this case, your previous will

is no longer valid, right?
- Revoke it sir.

Yes.

- I will make your new will as soon as possible.
- I want to sign it without delay.

Come in.

Nosrat?

- Yes?
- Excuse me.

Mr. Bozorg said to inform Hashem and the others.

He wants them to be here for an
important meeting tomorrow morning.

- Okay.
- Excuse me.

What is this restaurant?
The food is terrible.

- Waiter! Come here.
- Yes sir?

Is this eggplant stew?

I can find no meat in it.

- And the rice is ruined.
- What seems to be the problem sir?

I asked for a glass of water an hour ago.

- Keep it down sir.
- I need to talk to the owner.

I am the owner.

What is this you serve to your customers?

- What’s wrong with the food? It’s perfect!
- For dogs maybe.

Nobody forced you to come here.
If you don’t like the food, go somewhere else.

So that’s it?

It must be the first time you come here.
Our restaurant is a famous one.

It must be famous for its bad food.

- Nobody else is complaining.
- Let’s go.

Everybody likes the food.
It’s only you who don’t?

Isn’t it good food everyone?

No it’s not.

If we don’t complain, it’s because of late Jamshid.

God rest his soul.
He was such a nice man.

- If you go on like this, you’ll be done soon.
- Yes.

What is this you serve to people?

- Why are you sleeping here?
- Sorry sir.

- Behave yourself.
- Sorry sir.

Think about those people a little!
How many times do I have to tell you that?

- I told you to increase the food quality, didn’t I?
- Yes you did.

- Didn’t I?
- Yes you did.

They just won’t listen.
Don’t hurt the late guy’s soul.

- Why are you standing here now?
- Sorry.

Back to work.

Think about people a little.
You see?

- Where are you going?
- I’m taking orders sir.

- What are you waiting for? Go.
- Yes sir.

Mortazavi?

Play something happy.

Nobody can take the place of Jamshid.

I’ve never seen anyone as loyal as him.

- God rest his soul.
- God rest his soul.

From now on,

his family is like my own.

Especially his middle child, my own daughter-in-law.

She’ll always be my daughter-in-law.

I want you to serve her in a way
as if she’s my own daughter.

- Nosrat?
- Yes sir?

Go check if nobody’s eavesdropping.

Hi.

- What’s going on?
- It’s a meeting.

I know. What am I doing here then?

- Go upstairs. I’ll explain later.
- You guys are going too far!

- I’m no child.
- I said I’ll explain later.

Go. Go.

I’m no child.

- Hello sir.
- Hello.

Excuse me Mr. Ghobad.
Ms. Shirin wants you.

They say there’s a time and place for everything.

It can refer to our current situation.

It’s time for settling some old scores.

There’s a chaos on the way.

We’re waiting for blood rain.

This ground is supposed to get soaked in blood.

And I’ll be the one behind it all.

Bozorg Divansalar.

With the help of you guys.

Sit down.

Hashem.

You sit over there.

Sit down.

- Sit over there. Over there.
- Yes sir.

Sit over there.

- Rajab.
- Yes sir.

In the memory of Jamshid,

sing something and then I’ll start.
- Yes sir.

I shed tears,

As an excuse,

Blood is coming down

From my eyes,

Why are you so silent my heart?

Why so quiet?

Secrets revealed.

Secrets unveiled.

Secrets unveiled.

- You’re sitting alone Ghobad.
- That’s it?

Looks like I was the only stranger.

What’s going on?

You’ve just arrived but you were in there.

But I was out here, his own flesh and blood.

Mr. Bozorg is a wise man.

He’s always wide awake.

He must’ve seen it unadvisable to get you involved
in something that could put your life in danger.

Anyway, a wise man doesn’t
put all his eggs in one basket.

God forbid,

if you get hurt,

who’s gonna be the successor of this family?

Now do you want me to tell you what
we talked about in that meeting ?

Don’t bother.

It’s not my business.

It’s between him and you guys.

I have my own concerns.

- Hello colonel. Welcome.
- Thank you.

- Please have a seat.
- Thank you.

Go ahead.

- Have a seat sir.
- Hello.

Hello sir.

Thank you. Please sit down.

- What would you like to have sir?
- A cup of tea please.

- Sure.
- I won’t have anything for now.

Yes.

A few minutes before you arrived,

I was thinking that

you might’ve changed your mind.

In this age,

people take their time to make decisions.
But once they do,

it’s done.

Here are all the confidential documents

I told you about previously.

In order to get these,

I’ve even risked my life.

Now it’s as if my life is summarized in this bag.

In these crap papers.

In these documents of corruption,

made by money and power.

Fake contracts, stolen money.

Anonymous victims and secret murders.

Here’s your tea sir.

- Sinnamon tea with cardamom and rosewater.
- Thank you very much.

Thank you.

With these, I can write night letters for years.

Night letters that could terrify anyone who reads them.

It’s all about the way you write.

You can make gold out of this worthless copper.

I don’t know what use it is, though.

The use of it is in revealing the truth.

This is very simple.

After the coup of August 19th, this is the first day

that I feel I’m really alive.

I’m so excited for doing this.

I’ve even found a printing house.

The guy is trustworthy.

He’s headstrong like you and I.

He’s ready for doing these things.

Undoubtedly,

there will be sever punishments

for the people behind this thing.

Of course if they would ever be found.

They’ll find me quite easily.

But I’m trying my best so they can’t get to you.

The anvil fears no blows sir.

No worries.

Just like you, I’ll be in this till the end.

I’ll take every responsibility.

For me, this is like

breaking the chain

which has blocked my way of breathing.

I used to afraid of death before.

I thought that

I had something unfinished in this world.

But now my mind is at ease.

I feel lighthearted.

Do you understand?

I’m leaving this note in trust with you
as well beside those documents.

I’ve written it for you.

If you get the time,

take a look at it.

Well, I should go

before we’re seen together.

- Goodbye monsieur.
- Are you leaving sir?

- Yes.
- Thanks for coming.

Have a nice day.

What happened?

Excuse me.

Colonel? Colonel?

Colonel?

Call an ambulance.

- The file!
- What?

Somebody call an ambulance!

Out of the way!

Sir, the horse rider fell.

And here is his saddle.

- Congratulations on your promotion, major.
- Thank you sir.

Drive.

It’s a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

- The sky is cloudy.
- Oh no!

I said I’d die without you, not this time.

You said you loved me, I think not,

Time and again, you said “I love you”,

Falling for these empty words I shall not,

Rejected once I’m 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 you’re squeezing in your hand,

It’s a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

It’s 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 you’re squeezing in your hand,

O’ I’m all alone again.

I’m all on my own.

In the Day of Judgment we shall meet again,