1. The daughter of a people has honored you,
Through her grace you have drunk the choicest wine,

2. Though you blame her, and purposely accuse her of sin,
While you are excused with barley gruel.

3. I see the pyramids restore the flow of a spring,
Though the cross be like the shoot of a pyramid.

4. Disappointed is he who milked with his hands,
The foolishness of his mind with harm and loss.

5. The roar of a lion will silence every voice,
And the news of a mournful one and the murmur of locusts.

6. She has thrown at me when I have a lute and a bow,
My hands and arrows - so how can I shoot?