1. Alas! Is there no defense against unbearable injustice?
No hearing of a claim against the most hostile opponent?

2. No way remains in the bow of insight and judgment.
The dispute of the generous servant has dragged on too long.

3. The arrows of fate have struck him and the resolute guardians of death have aimed at him.
His life is torn to shreds, every shred torn apart,

4. And a hand and an arm snatch parts of it away.
When he did not fulfill at the proper time a promise

5. Of an office which cannot be defended,
I never hoped from him for any office, but rather

6. I hoped for the dew of good fortune, whose nature is benevolence.
A youth whose palm is created for three things:

7. Generosity, sternness, and valor.
My lord, my lineage has become widely known at your door,

8. And my poetry praising your eminence is shared.
Many odes have issued from me to you,

9. And messages whose honor is unblemished and pure.
You made a promise to me whose fulfillment has been delayed,

10. So fulfill it at a rapid pace.
Fulfill it by your authoritative command, for

11. Your commands are obeyed by those with beating hearts.