1. You echoed back my praise after a long absence,
Though you had soiled its new garb.

2. You said, "Praise with it whoever you wish but me!"
And who would accept insincere praise?

3. Especially when you have plunged into it
Your faults that will never perish.

4. What use are clothes to the living in the shrouds of death,
Worn after they had filled with maggots?