1. The foolish buzz of mean cottages, the croaking of small islands
O man! On whom will you heap reproach?

2. The deserts have conspired against the foolish with the comfort and livelihood they have acquired
You have concealed your sins with feeble hands

3. And rushed into drinking that strongly, seeking succor
A bitter life of ebbs and flows

4. As if we are in perpetual rise and fall
So why do my hands pass their days fumbling?

5. And the bitterness of days crushes my fumbling
Are princes anything but losers?

6. Or ministers anything but burdensome?
Everyone has a flaw, and from warding off

7. All are brought, from nobility and commons
The daughters of Shem have chosen fine clothes

8. While the women of Ham did not cover with a loincloth
I wish death would snatch you

9. So you may know I have not been bereaved
Rulers of the world are vicious wolves

10. Becoming, through misfortune, shepherds of rats
The nights did not allow the disabled among them

11. Anything but very little livelihood
But if the sincere stars have been miserly to you

12. Then the clouds have showered you with plenty