1. Eyes, whose brows shoot arrows
At my heart, their target,

2. And above my head, drops of gray grief
What has grief done to my head?

3. Yes, though a slave can think
And tell his heart, do not be cruel,

4. My bones and flesh are from
An epoch whose injustice is my foundation

5. So I built many houses of idols and statues
Lived in them though they were not homes

6. If worries make me forget what I know
I never failed in kindness or shunned intimacy

7. Oh people, you are the truth, so it's right to say
Let people in life, act with humanity