1. In you the trait of stinginess has hardened into stone
For your hand upon it remains tightly clenched

2. How much have I stirred it with the wine of reproach
Yet it swears it will not respond or soften

3. And ever since you raised your voice against me as proof
The consequence was that your status in my eyes was lowered

4. I realized that your mind was confused
Thick and not to be loosened or softened

5. He who has these symptoms
And no nobility is known of him

6. How can I hope to cure him with my reproach
When no pulse of generosity beats within him