1. It is the night, but the night has no morning freshness
Nor do the sorrows of the night have any effect on my inner self

2. The fever has flared up and its flames have roared
And from its fire, the ribs of the feverish one have caught flame

3. Sometimes I endure it and sometimes I drive it back
With a will that has a flaming heart, so it bounces back

4. I'm amazed that the fever visits my being
Yet when it comes to visit, it has no flowers from me

5. It eats fire while it's itself fire, and it has not been
More dangerous than I when it exceeds and intensifies

6. Return, o spiteful one, to your ill-omened cradle
For you have no place to spread your cradle in my abode

7. Do you wish my ribs to be a morsel for an enemy
A parasitic germ that hurts even the most gentle lion

8. Has the formidable one ever died of fever
While he faces its severity every single day

9. It makes his eyes blaze because of its flames
So they shrink back, scared of its harm and turn away

10. Take the lesson, o fever, take it and desist
And do not return, if you return, I have prepared

11. I will prepare, and my preparations have consequences
That will make the most mighty citadel collapse