1. Sorrows for hearts with which they grey
Our separation from them nearly makes us old

2. We see fate flowing with a matter
That makes those of intellect doubtful with what makes them doubtful

3. So dogs succeed in their demands
While lions wandering in the jungle fail

4. And sustenance is divided among us
We know not whether it misses or hits

5. And we submit desiring to it out of compulsion
And how can the wise contend with the inevitable