1. O son of insight, what do you await?
Nothing remains but to see you make excuses

2. And to see myself then show disdain
So you ask forgiveness, since I do not pardon

3. Go easy on me for what you have hoped, since you did not innovate
And if you are unable to act properly, then admit poverty

4. My hopes have already failed and loss incurred
And words remain while difficulties accumulate