1. Nothing remains in me of dignity except
A glance reddened with anger

2. And my clenched fist on time out of
Rage, lamentation and grievous mishaps

3. Or a sigh for which ribs are considered
Frames of an arduous fire within me

4. The first men have passed away since they
Parted from me, time began to play with me

5. When I lost their support, I say
My mother and father long for you