1. I have experienced the wonders of this world and its inhabitants,
The end of the robe is patching,

2. Stop your talk, you never bore a listener,
Is one ever bored of breathing over and over?

3. The wailing of songs excites me,
As if it were the enumeration of bereaved women,

4. And people on earth are types that are imitated,
Like the gift, adorned, not startled by threats,

5. They said, so when they became senile, they showed audacity,
So the saying is soft, and in the voices reprimand,

6. They went astray from righteousness, among them a blatant unbeliever,
Or one who limits, and does God have limits?

7. A word scattered from a crack and bluntness,
And money is collected, unattainable dispersion,

8. They threw but they missed, and their measurement did not establish
Anything but that the throwing of death is accurate,

9. I knew no master but thunderous,
As if the basin, when faced with it, is thunder,

10. And good brings evil, and flies called
To paradise, it is sweet in taste,

11. And I thought I was the silent stop letter,
A time, and it reached it in that emphasis,

12. And the best of people in his highest ranks,
Is like rust, but it is said to be tin,

13. His bigness and heavy tone prevents him
From quickly understanding, dictation and extension,