1. My blessings are followed by misfortunes,
And my right hand is the pearly star of misfortune.

2. Would that I knew! Is hope a deceiver?
Shall I water my sword with blood?

3. The brows of the hunter are sinful.
My feet touch not the ground.

4. The mouths follow its trace,
Shepherdesses, preserving the honor of the vineyard.

5. Do I see him kiss the mouth of every singing girl
Who stretches her mouth for a kiss?

6. Glory is my inheritance, and I see
No obstacle to it except annihilation.

7. How can I hope to attain it
In an age too narrow for my aspirations?