1. The one with an ugly face has many faces for me
And in his mouth is a drum that beats out my secrets

2. When he backbites the brothers, it is with bitterness
He makes bitterness run down my throat and is impudent

3. I have no choice but to bear him at times, he bites me
At times he is gentle with me, though my face is gloomy

4. Like the water at pilgrim road stops, at every waterhole
He pours scorn on what he was, yet drinks from it