1. Have my afflictions deceived you, O son of wickedness,
On an evening when my misfortunes overwhelmed me,

2. And the fires of three misfortunes - the worst of them
Whose pain you have kindled, though you are not a comforter.

3. You have robbed me of my weapon, miserable, and insulted me,
So excellent robber and evil despoiler.

4. If I do not dye you in it, it is
The claws of a lion, more deadly than scorpions.

5. O reddish-brown knee, O worst of knees
Almost the worst knee of any rider.