1. My feet, you have lived no life for me,
And may God afflict you with the worst paralysis,

2. And upon your legs, you have no home but
A snake that stings now and then,

3. And may God show me your tracks
Stamped on your skin thousands of times,

4. You, my inheritor of humiliation through which
My heart has become between complaining and moaning,

5. What has compelled you to walk to
A house whose door you stand at,

6. And a black servant turns the door
Away from you in his harshness that has no softness,

7. And the raven of the night in its squawking,
And the streams of rain flowing with force,

8. An hour has passed and another like it
With no one to console a sad-hearted one,

9. Do not say to me for I know
He who has a compassionate heart deserves to be killed