1. We are awake while the stars withdraw
We wrestle with anguish hidden in our ribs

2. And we turn away from the white that circles behind us
Eyes filled with tears and blood

3. And we stand up to the arrogant while seriousness trips us up
And we are in the grip of disgrace and submission

4. And does time raise up anything but a gang
Whose heights are deserted by the noble?

5. They have wealth that stretches out in adversity
Containing ostriches enjoying bliss and ease

6. When they are full they sleep as their neighbor
Battles his eyelids, hungering

7. The heels of the course complained of bearing them
And the vast expanse of wilderness roams and wanders

8. So cease your sorrow that we carried to them
A youth whose gaze knows no arrogance or humility

9. And they are the elite while morals have corrupted for them
Roots whose branches are no good

10. When a generous one visits their magnificence
He has no way back to them when separation arrives