1. The year has passed with spring and wakefulness
And winter has come, fearful

2. So which of your old voices, oh heart
Shall I murmur with to the youths?

3. And what is the use of a melody I send forth
When there is none to hear the songs?

4. Where, and does the wounded grief of sorrow help
Add more creases to the face of life?

5. Locks I have scattered with my hands
From the light of my life, and returned despoiled

6. I who, had you believed me
Would have been something in life, esteemed

7. Yet tribulations made me a chanter
As the days of time brought distress

8. Wondrous is fate! Did its partitioner
Intend our woe to be so wondrous?

9. More generous than an arrow of hope for us
Everything we see is yearned for

10. But it has debased our status
If only what it willed were reversed!

11. Wealth is security, and poverty ordained fate
So the heart shall not attain what it desires