1. Why should I bid farewell each day to one in decline
If I hoped the lowly would meet, I'd stay

2. And my soul remembers what it was in his time
As though I had entrusted it to his bosom

3. So it left my hands and came back filled
With misfortunes and calamities in abundance

4. My eyes complain of grit, and their complaints grow
Until the grit becomes a disease within them

5. A youth who, were he cast into this water,
Would from pain make the water bitter

6. My closest friends, how much illness I meet in you
That will not be cured, incurable

7. Your brotherhood was revived by death, and others
I tested, and they failed me while alive

8. Unless my body was struck, and so
I divided it and buried it limb by limb