1. I walk in fear and with much apprehension,
Whenever I sit, I dread the evils of the gathering,

2. And when I retire to my abode, I find myself
Dead in my joints, stifled in breath,

3. O sorrow in my heart from a bitter life
In which time has gathered all kinds of misery,

4. I will bear its concerns for a while
As if bearing the bankruptcy of patience,

5. And I know, though sorrow has tired me,
That the noble one shows grace in adversity.