1. The vicissitudes of fate in your life have run their course, and on whose head
Whoever is loud-tongued against you

2. Only elongates the tongues’ preoccupations
And I see you obsessed with your glory, wandering, never bending,

3. So if you build, the constructed will not be wasted, what was erected,
And if you look to a neighbor seeking refuge from the vicissitudes of time

4. Laying his saddlebags at your door,
Then look upon the servant of the beneficent