1. I reproached death for its cruelty towards you, O saviors' clan,
If only death could be chastened for what I say.

2. And I said to it, "Gloat with your right hand if you wish,
With every right hand you impoverished and every left."

3. For there is no honor in the exalted without generosity,
Nor delight on earth without perfection.

4. From you I learned patience, but patience became homeless,
For you are atop misfortunes like mountains.

5. You find it hard when a corpse is not dragged
By the chests of meadows or the peaks of heights.

6. And if it takes a meteor from you, then in you
Are raging thunderbolts and torrential showers.