1. My eyes have brought me joy with tears,
As long as I live, may they make me happy with them.

2. I who wept for my soul, am more deserving
Than those who will one day weep for me.

3. A soul I had is now gone, while my eyes
Mourn my soul, appealing to me.

4. My breathing and my tears almost
Leave me no strength remaining to move.

5. And prudent it is, before my death,
To be executor of what I own.

6. How strange that my own soul's stinginess
Has made me slave to what my hands possess.