1. Oh Lord, sprinkle me with the wings of good fortune,
For if fate does not sprinkle them, patience is but skin over fire.

2. The blossoms of youth have wasted my youth,
And there is no good in life after youth.

3. It is enough for a young man, if he does not get what he wants,
Along with patience, to wrap himself in patience.

4. I have been patient while the days cast into my innermost being,
Upon the embers of failed hopes, embers upon embers.