1. My despair will make me sweat, and my stinginess will defeat me,
It feeds my soul to ruin and dries me up.

2. So do not recite poetry about one who is covered in dust,
If you knew his frightened side.

3. Just as these winds composed clouds,
That have an evening glow from the sunset and a fine drizzle

4. Threatening it with that which tears it to shreds
And that which melts and ruins it.

5. We have a God who melts our souls
And reaps our livelihood, what we sow and harvest.

6. And turns people's hearts away from us,
While we among them thirst and covet.

7. We taste the cure of life without its bliss,
Though we know life best and are most familiar with it.

8. But no sweetness has evaded us,
When the questioning attains the cultivated intellect,

9. It will sneak away from the grieving ardent lover,
And cheer up the lonely longing heart.

10. So we do not care about the world when its injustice abates,
And we and life itself are fair.