1. O my singer friends, what has happened to your club?
It has lost its night visitor and conversationalist,

2. And neglected its enclosure in all its expanse,
With neither a repeller in it, nor a barren woman.

3. Perhaps a spreading wrath against decay
Has incurred the anger of the destroying state.

4. The heir found after him
Only a tale circulating in the heights.

5. He went away downcast like a mournful she-dog
Profusely shedding tears on the soil.

6. So this house has no one to look after it,
Or keep it up as a house of hospitality.