1. I have worn nothingness until my tail
Becomes too tight for me to turn about in.

2. And I have toiled for wants after distress
And warded off living after straitness.

3. So I have kindled the chest of my clothes,
And poured water into the love of the flour.

4. Is there anyone, O people, anyone free
To whiten the face of an afflicted constricted examiner?

5. I want, my brother, when my throne crumbles
And I come to live in constriction,

6. But when some of my condition improves
Then all people are my friends.