1. My sickness has become habitual,
And my tears have betrayed their promiser.

2. The morrow of my night is lost,
Blessing to the eye that finds it.

3. Time has tied his hand,
A killer is he who gives him birth.

4. He passes away yet his impact remains eternal,
And death is a vicious lion at his command.

5. O He who envied my rein,
Setting me up and putting me down.

6. For in his throat,
Is the taste of rancor he echoes.

7. I stayed up at night while he slept,
The lot of the envious lasts briefly.

8. They said few are his number,
He who cheats, scorns his son.