1. The free man keeps grudges against time,
With which the cycles of planets reproach him.

2. Go easy, O time! Be more gentle!
Is there no end to drunkenness or wine?

3. It is disgraceful that glories should be humiliated,
A disgrace to you, though no dishonor stains the free man.

4. It grieves me that a steed should stumble before you
And no excuse be made for him.

5. It has done wrong to a generous man whose fingers
Cannot match its pearls, even were he to fill the seas.

6. The least of his gifts in every land
Are the finest horses, though laden with pure blood.

7. A youth who grants life without a care,
If wealth declines or buildings crumble.

8. His gifts pour constantly,
And his apology follows after his generosity.

9. He smiles while spears strike,
Frowning while the arrows have buttons.

10. I pledge myself, who has lodged it, and my patience
Accompanies it, while my heart is afire,

11. I bid it farewell with breaths
Repeated by burning entrails.

12. Indeed, my Master, are you leaving
When after you I have no peace or rest?

13. My place, after your departure, even my life,
I see as disgraceful, and disgrace is fire.

14. But man has no stratagem
Against fate's bending, no choice.

15. Travel safely under God's protection and receive good news
Of might after it! Yes, abundant favours!

16. The like of you, every man of bounty and glory,
Has a departure, while all the earth is his abode,

17. Your plants will not be blighted by the nights,
For your survival is the pride of the world,

18. And apart from it are lofty dwellings
In an abode towering over time.

19. I have not praised you seeking favour,
Nor needing praise for your elevation.

20. But that flows from a generous heart
That loves the like of you and takes pride in you.