1. I have no control over fate,
While you only increase caprice.

2. You walk exhibiting wonder,
When you walk with conceit.

3. You are not a man of status,
Nor are you a man of worth.

4. I see nothing but confusion,
Amongst people and estrangement.

5. In you there is a time, and a time,
Of some ennui and languor.

6. And a people has said, but I have no knowledge,
Of what they say or information.

7. So I ask God that I not,
Die from you in regret.

8. Nor have I protected a self for you,
Or relieved you of stumbling.