1. O soul, do not beguile me,
My youth has passed, so compose yourself,

2. Little remains except a small measure,
My end is drawing near.

3. Fate has worn me down,
And in vain was my struggle.

4. The mother of misfortunes is an evil girl
Who buries me in a forgotten grave,

5. Sending a raid with horses
That have no need of gift or beseeching.

6. Long ago I found her love,
And now her hatred of me is clear.