1. I complain to you of a time that rubbed me raw
It chafed my hide, yet who can exceed time?

2. And a companion, whose company made me blissful -
for an age he gladdened me, not alone was I.

3. A wind of good fortune caught him up and flew
with him to joy, while grief was left for me.

4. He turned his side to me and made me be
a mate of longing and the pangs of love-sick care.

5. He sold the cordial love I used to show him,
striving in secrecy and openly,

6. held once so dear, sold cheap for nothing -
O you who saw esteem bartered for pelf!

7. Like folded scrolls he seemed, yet was not one
recorded in the annals of old companions.

8. True noblemen, when they forget, recall
as friend one known in less prosperous days.