1. How much blame does my critic cast upon me when I live comfortably,
And fire burns in my liver, its flames stoked high.

2. None suffers as I do from raging fever
That subsides and flares, flaring without end.

3. I called to him after his counsel flowed around me,
But it reaches not my hearing, nor makes contact.

4. Do not heap blame for what you do not know.
How many a critic stands in need of blame!