1. I blame fate, how often I confronted it
While it turned away, avoiding me

2. And how many times swords took from me
Like a pigeon, but destiny deceived me

3. Until I passed eighty years and the sweetness
Of the life I yearned for came to an end

4. I now need a cane that leans me
In my weakness against my will as if I stumble

5. So what souls fear of misery
Is sweeter and more delightful than my life