1. O my people, I am one who cries
In the most wretched state

2. When fate decreed that I
See no one to pray to

3. My chest tightened and unemployment
Along with poverty vexed me

4. And I see hopes belong to the enemy
Even if their evils enticed me

5. And my father spent the night asking
God for relief

6. Poverty has filled me, even if
He was caring, no doubt

7. Each day I frequent the grocer
To get from him on credit

8. His shop was emptied as if
It were a proxy office