1. I answered those who blamed me for abandoning consolation,
For people's lives vary in length,

2. And for not seeking rights when I have no
Fortune of the wealthy, nor tyranny of the impoverished.

3. How often have I fallen ill and no one came to visit me,
To the place of my knowledge and little money.

4. How often have I sought help while my argument was refuted,
And the say was mine, the utmost for my condition.

5. How often it was wanted of me yet I saw
No helper with a hand or words for me.

6. How many sorrows I have sipped from an ignorant one,
With no helper due to the abundance of fools.

7. How many desires have had their faces veiled from me,
Between my weakness and lack of favor.

8. Oh my hands, a miserable one has no
Fate to protect, nor is counted in any condition.

9. I have fallen from the rights of time, so how could I,
When my era was paired with lack of money.

10. So when I fall ill, my servant is myself, and if
I become incapacitated, the children of my concerns will take care of me.

11. And when I die, my procession will be surrounded
By hypocrites, for they are my equals.

12. Who will console me if I perish, and the
Inevitability of death does not spare me from my workers?