1. As if I were riding the waves, whipped up
By gales, amid turmoil and swelling,

2. While in your nature is fickleness, and the crescent
At its zenith is a covenant of curvature and twisting.

3. So weigh a word for its sound when you utter it,
And weigh a gift for its beauty when you proffer it,

4. And look into your own blamable soul,
Even if you were to be the brother of a sovereign with a crown.

5. And seek for your daughter a husband who will cherish her,
And frighten your son about having offspring and marriage.

6. Prosperity is not the same as destitution in judgments; no,
The state of the well-off has diverged from the state of the needy.