1. O my comrade in sorrows, O carrier
Of my fears and safety through time

2. How much sweet and bitter fate we have shepherded
And traversed time, easy and sad

3. And its turns have stabbed us with sighs
More piercing than spear tips

4. Gloomy, so if he smiles it's as if
No good from that smile can be reaped

5. Many an eye looks askance
While another spurns all noble deeds

6. Some curl-locked youth, if lucky for a while
Becomes stingy when fortunes wane