1. A man gains naught from toil or jest,
If he toils overly, no glory manifest.

2. Think not that fate will bring to thee,
Aught save what is ordained inevitably.

3. Blame not fate, but blame its people,
Fate is flawless, it has spread its wings.

4. A youth's life is full of weariness,
The youth rests awhile, then restlessness.

5. Why do my people not incline towards life?
My pact with them is to meet and unite.

6. When the aroma of their perfume spreads,
I say, they are the Darine scented with ambergris.

7. I have become sweet drinking for them,
Like water or water from the rain.