1. The soul is never free from worldly cares,
I've seen that none attain what they desire.

2. We breath in a fickle, changing world,
Content with getting its least from it.

3. I warn you of arrogance, let not its garb cling to you,
It's a garment God contests.

4. Woe to cracked skin on broken bone,
Its cracks speak when addressed.

5. It sees your merit in what transient power you hold,
If you gain status and renown in this fleeting life.

6. Singing his own praises, pleased with his conduct,
You lie, o slave of this world and its master.

7. I loathe my soul for its vanity,
So how can I feel safe from God's hatred of it?

8. You wretch whose ambition faltered,
Preferring the world when it beckoned.

9. O rider of sin, your separation has greyed,
Do you not fear what comes after?