1. O spring of innocence, this winter
Who has outgrown his youth and prime?

2. Winds have turned from every horizon,
Keenness takes shelter before the lamp.

3. On the feast night they stole a rooster from me,
It sees equally the living and the eyes.

4. They stole it leaving the coal and ashes;
So my disaster is a terrible calamity.

5. The feast has passed just as it came;
For me there is therein neither food nor roasting.

6. For a year have I housed it, and before that
Its food was my food, and my supper.