1. The earth has filled for me with promise those who praise,
Yet their pledges are but grief and yearning in the end.

2. Long has he allured me with his gifts,
Until my imagination is watered by hope.

3. I see him as a mirage, a fleeting lightning,
To be wrecked, the spoils of tombs and loss.

4. It covers him in grief, away from all nobility,
For his pledges are but grief and yearning in the end.

5. They say his father was a noble youth, and he is generous,
Until my imagination is watered by hope.

6. So I said he resembles in his promises and delays,
In his pledges but a ruin, in calamities a loss.