1. I ransom you, keep the young man's greed away
Like the night of enduring weapons, the warrior appears

2. I sat from indulgence, the sitting of a reproacher
So there followed for the situation, the stand of a questioner

3. It was nothing but an illusion that desire adorned
For me the matter which is my killer

4. To know how separation consumed a group
And how they spent with despair these afflictions