1. O people, my situation among you is strange
And I have no supporters among you, O people

2. This is the son of Kamil, I had entrusted gold to him
A necklace that has no match in the eye

3. And I came to ask him for it, and he denied
In the market, that I gave him incenses and goods

4. So he stood shaking his sleeve and looking in
His box, and shouting "The mice have dragged it away"

5. I said no, the mice's horns, how much they have eaten
The orphans' money, and how much they have dragged and stolen