1. O you of two oaths and prayers,
O you who has custom and who attains,

2. Are you pleased that I remain
At your door, lying listless?

3. I am content with friendship and returns,
And all that the hopeful wished for,

4. With a greeting between five and six,
When the crowded assembly surrounds you.

5. And I wouldn’t be content with less than you,
Would a sane man be content with that?

6. And if care preoccupies, still beneath what
You manage is preoccupying care.

7. Peace be upon you, for I am a man,
Who, if a land tightens around him, departs.