1. I have come back to the abode of afflictions, compelled,
And I have found myself in it - moving does not please me.

2. I suffer evils that have no equal,
And innate meannesses that are not refined by polishing.

3. Clouds for irrigation and clouds of debasement,
And a growth of people like the growth of vegetables.

4. And for the living there is sustenance from what his effort brings him,
And intellect - but intellect does not benefit him.