1. If only we did not know these people, in whom
There is estrangement from our affection and deception,

2. And how wretched is the friend who blows like a gentle breeze
With words, while in his heart there is a burning flame,

3. And when I called him to rise with effort,
His promise to me was soon broken,

4. So the friendship of some people is dust
That is stirred up between them,

5. Indeed, there were people who were generous with us
But their homes became desolate to us,

6. No shame or fault dwelled among them
Or twisted into them like a twisted horn,

7. They are lions, and on a day of heated war
They spend generously, oceans of generosity,

8. They left us and settled in a place
Abandoned by caravans, so it is not visited,

9. They have no companion but the knowledge of time
And what time has portioned to them like fixed shares,

10. You see them strewn in the wasteland like statues
They parted from us for a little while, then left