O Beloved! From where have you learnt the butcher’s job? At least pick up a sharp knife and slaughter me therewith. Pray do not use a blunt knife for the purpose. Please move me in different directions and see for yourself my wounds and also the holes made therein by the woes.

From where have you learnt butcher's trade Beloved?
Use a sharp knife, Cut me mot with a blunt one,
Observe closely my wounds and see separation's Cuts.

Wherefrom you learnt butcher’s way, my love,
Take a sharp knife, do not kill me with the blunt one,
Open and peep in the wounds that pining has caused.