1. O you who come after me, beware!
Some rocks bear grudges still unsated.

2. Full many a day dragged I my chain
And quenched the flames of rage with rage.

3. My loincloth, once so kind a friend,
Is now my direst foe.

4. My shirking shifts of sendal silk
Grip and chafe my body raw.

5. Their touch upon my thighs is like
Hot cinders blown upon my flesh.

6. The stones have had their vengeance on me,
While my clothes took vengeance on the stones!