1. I offered him my affection when he was small, and my support,
And shared with him my wealth, and gave him shelter,

2. And for his living, hope and despair returning to poverty
Would have sufficed,

3. And in him are faults beyond counting,
The least being one of outright unbelief,

4. And had I disclosed to people even some of them
He would have become like spittle in the sea from loved ones.

5. So, while I live, guard my honor, and when I die,
I swear, only good will be said over my grave.