1. Leave the people of Salmá alone, their suspicions and obstinacy,
For nothing remains with me, what is past is gone,

2. Do not destroy me with blame, I have spoken only a little,
Then I was silent,

3. I will keep silent until you think me as one
Exhausted from trying to please you, dying,

4. Have you not had enough that you denied me your pastures,
As the black night denied the lost traveler,

5. You hack my flesh each day as one brisk and sturdy
With an axe hacking the solid rock?