1. A drink for days gone by, how few,
When my excuse was youthful ignorance,

2. And my hope obeyed the heart of the hopeful one,
And my ambition was polished like chains.

3. I judge in the judgments of an inattentive fate,
So right curtailed the rein of falsehood,

4. And fate preached with encompassing old age,
And bent me with deadly arrows,

5. Misfortunes that shake in the battles,
Am I not rid of that killing time,

6. Save by long memory and sights?
I used to shy from the ropes,

7. No paths of waterholes meet me,
Nor do I see prey for the eater

8. From a group who are all the tribes,
Alone with lineage and attaining,

9. And discipline that augments the ignorant one’s rage
And strength of soul that was never connecting.

10. It makes me abstain the standing of the asker
And ransoms me from the stingy one’s hope.

11. And the heart’s opinion is separating like a sword,
Well-mannered, it runs in the joints.

12. How much have I known of a stingy friend
And envious one who hints with gestures,

13. Pelting me with lies and falsehood!