1. You used to be content with just a glance from me,
Yet now there are seven in my eye, the best of them being the worst.

2. Illness, a raging lion, wild cats, arrows,
The poison drinking-cup, the arrows, the sword, and wine.

3. What then can be seen in one who harbors four
With but one of them the rock itself would shatter.

4. So his days are black and white, his ribs
Yellow, and his tears red.