1. I used to swear by the dew and the Lord of forgiveness,
The beloved of souls and spirits,

2. When my right hand was for generosity on days of gifts,
And for taking souls on days of struggle,

3. While my left hand was for grabbing every rein,
That drives horses into the field of spears,

4. Yet today I am a hostage of captivity and poverty,
My sanctuary violated, my wings broken,

5. I cannot answer the scream if people come begging,
Nor the supplicants on days of forgiveness,

6. My cheerful face that you knew has returned sullen,
Preoccupations have distracted me from my joys,

7. So being playful with the eyes is now tedious,
Though it was once an amusement for the flirtatious.