1. I see you, oh my time, deviating,
And in virtue you fold smoke and mist.

2. I asked you for my share when you supported me but you refused.
The laws of your creed are only tyranny and division.

3. Grief has uncovered the cloak of patience from me,
And grief uncovers the patient one of every cloak.

4. Since the excess I had hope in passed me by,
There is no hope in an excess that has passed.

5. The burden of death deliberately has no error,
Content with it wherever deliberately it comes upon me.

6. Content without despair from me or fright,
From where the arrow of fate strikes me deaf and it is no mistake.