1. Count not my reproach, for I have not reproached
And I have spared you abundant blame or praise

2. If the clouds failed to give you a single drop
You deemed the very clouds a mirage

3. I made your worth to be but as a cloud
And raised my own worth to be but dust

4. You offered me a gift and called it generosity
Lowering a veil before any hope

5. Do you not fear the meter will turn
Against you in anger, as you know

6. I flavored praise-wine for you all
Yet you rewarded me with merely promises

7. I implored you, let not pens in hands
Become ready to attack your honor

8. If it be said that hoping in your kindness
Was wrong, then despair was right

9. I warned of a raid by the steeds of meter
That would leave neither tombs nor people intact