1. The free have vengeance for the days,
It is demanded by the orbiting sky.

2. Slow down, O time, be gentle a little.
Is there no sobriety for intoxication, and no veil for wine?

3. It is a disgrace that glory has been humbled,
Dishonor is not easy for the free man to bear.

4. With myself whom I have brought, and my patience,
Accompanying me, while my heart rages.

5. And I remember him with burning breaths
Repeated by fiery entrails.

6. My staying after your departure, indeed my life,
I see shame in it, and shame is fire.