1. We have sung, though fate did not favor us,
So that over our heads it made a sign.

2. Like scratches, as though they were a headband,
Posted after being pleased with well-being.

3. So I hardened for a while, then yielded,
As the evildoer mounts repentance.

4. If I have been blamed, black as soot,
I was followed by the likes of darkness.

5. For the beautiful sang and loved
Those people, though injustice came.