1. I donned nothingness until my tail
Became too tight for me to turn in.

2. And I struggled for wealth after being hurt,
And I warded off living narrowly.

3. So I lit the box with my clothes
And poured water into a bag of flour.

4. Do people, O people, have anything precious
To whiten the face of a suffering constricted one?

5. I want, my brother, if my throne crumbles
And I become constricted in making a living,

6. But when some of my condition improves
Then all people are my friends.