1. What will you do with a self that has died, most of it
And its light has dried from its wet branches

2. If you look at the affliction of its youth
It gives you a treasure chest of lessons in which you see it

3. It's like a corpse not shrouded by its burier
Or like a grave that walks with a disguise

4. So excuse your brother and do not deny his delay
A wound is not known until you uncover it

5. Blinding the eye of the soul's twin if you support
Your brother sometimes but do not actually support him