1. The feast has come, but its splendor we did not see
Debts clouded it, dawning upon us bitterly

2. I walk with boulders atop my head
Fears left me no security or tranquility

3. And when I compose my ode and sing
Oh nights of feasts, you were and so were we

4. Where are our days when for the feast, a meadow
Whose flowers we chose, sheltered us delightfully

5. We would wear elegant clothes and appear
An enchanting allure, whenever we marched forth

6. And gifts we would arrange forgetfully
With treasures of joy in our hands merrily

7. Then existence with debt became a fire
That consumed the beautiful and the honorable in me

8. The saddened debtor moans such
That he wishes the debt would sadden him exceedingly

9. Drops of sorrow are torment for him
Maybe he lacked wine's cheer

10. Oh my time, you excelled in malice, so listen
To my satire of you, in verse, melody

11. Oh most foolish one, exceeding all fools
And with betraying the free, unjustly laden

12. Slam the boulder as you wish, for I
With foundations of rocks, stand steadily

13. The shining crescent cannot contend
That I, by its radiance, have an illuminated mind

14. The nights grew young as my head grayed
We all in pursuing glory, youthfully persisted

15. My flowery fate in ignorance thought
I cannot see in its betrayal, a fortress for me

16. Time lied, then its hands repented
For I, by God's grace, am self-sufficient