1. Oh, how strange are the faces of the white houses
In which neither our horses neighed, nor the guide guided

2. We see the beautiful women accompanying us
Neglected, and the men scattered

3. A position of farewell in which you see the eggs
As stars, and the one with streaming eyes has a black night

4. And for the slanderers, spying eyes
That are boiling with anger and rage

5. What a position, whose guardian
Are the troops of enemies and the corrupt governor

6. If it were not my habit to dare
In similar situations, I would have perished there

7. Do not think little of the bits, my skin is tougher
The breeze does not melt the ice

8. And does adversity frighten the heart of the most frightening
When the vicissitudes of time have made it a lion?

9. When the gloaters see me pleading
For a setback that makes me sweat blood

10. They know I am tougher
Than the deaf rock, so nothing but what appeared

11. Did the situation humble me, except for my abundance that
Was permitted for bliss and pleasure?

12. If they gathered money, they took care, did my hands
Destroy what they contained, and the newborn?

13. They see money as lasting provision
But the provision of the youth is to be praised