1. Our gathering is torn apart, may God not reunite us
You are but hungry wolves with sharp teeth

2. You are but a mirage in the desert
That fools the thirsty wanderer

3. You are of no benefit, though you sought favor
Save for the sly foxes, twisting and turning

4. I gave you my friendship generously
Yet in you is naught but poison and harm

5. I offered you the branches of my trees
While your branches to me are dry and withered

6. When you've had your fill of my virtues
Still in you is spite and malice

7. If you speak the slightest good of me
Still your faces are scowling and bitter

8. Does envy of the people lead you to rise?
While you creep slowly, whispering mischief

9. No stream of cool water comes from you
Nor any good that I've come to expect

10. You're as hateful as I find you to be
Misfortune does not grace you, nor fortune