1. Does time have sense, does it hear,
To whom does the pained complain?

2. Fortunes flow with no intent,
We think them slow when they race.

3. We all moan and weep for
That which the ribs can barely contain.

4. The fortunate is distressed by his fortune,
The wretched does not sleep.

5. Have mercy, Creator of this world,
An inheritance to test it when it pleads.

6. Some of what has happened is hard on us,
But if You wish it, what can we do?