1. I say to the one who denies my poverty, being content
With earnings that bring harm and abstention

2. People and the world were praised as a bride
And whatever good belongings it contains

3. But when the world became an old woman
With wrinkles and no veil

4. The wicked plunder it, and every wolf
And the hours have come between it and its usefulness

5. I left poetry for those who are pleased with it
With what satisfies the hungry people

6. And I protected my soul from praise and blame
And returning to the lowly rabble

7. And I said to it, shorten, for death is coming
And every deposit will be taken back

8. The lion spares prey of one who took refuge
And overcomes after overcoming the brave

9. Shall I seek wealth without a share
Can one become wealthy without swift gain?