1. I have a master, weak in his victory, complaining is his trait
I have borne for him what was not in me to bear

2. When he sees me coming, he raises his voice
Against the spear, and makes a fuss against whoever contends with him

3. A gaunt, bellowing camel, its saddle given up
To a lost one, or to one who hides me

4. Though my people have left me vulnerable, and my honor
A young man's people are his claws and his pillars