1. I have exhausted in you the meanings of complaining,
And descriptions of what misfortune I have endured.

2. I have wandered the horizons of speech, but have not
Found myself falling short of meaning.

3. And I count what I do not complain of as a loss,
So I return to it again.

4. If what I complained of were to a human,
It would give me relief from the humiliation of complaining.

5. But I complain to a stone,
The picks recoil from it, or harder.

6. A gazelle with its crying and laughter,
In us you enlighten and darken the world.