1. I see your two young men, if distress befalls the young man
Yet they are not in distressful guilt

2. And how much spaciousness they meet with disdain
And confinement they enter narrow

3. Ever new, not worn by the passage of time
Nor squeezed by the palms of people

4. If companions grieve, they do not grieve for them
How then by the opposite of grief would they rejoice?

5. My night conversation has adorned the stars of nightfall
A conversation no hand of a critic has touched

6. It suspends the ear of time with an earring, yet it was not
To stir while the two earrings stir

7. And whoever makes the days his debtor, so they are inclined
To their aberrance by night and twilight

8. And they rule a nation in its prime
And heal among the poets and the wounded

9. I hoped, by my life, O reproacher
You would hope for me, and away with the vain hopers

10. And I prefer to my eulogy reticence
The words of a wanton, not a praiser or madman

11. Tomorrow the bosom fears no dejection or dejection
And before you my blackness and my wounds hurt most

12. And no use is the foolish and weakness has occurred
If the hair of the head is not dark