1. At dawn you blame me
And you blame without knowing

2. I have no control over the misfortunes that befall me
For my affairs are not ruled by my will

3. The King of Kings has power over me
He gives ease whenever He wishes

4. So there is many a happy man in distress
And many a mourner in the turns of fate

5. And many who reproach me have offered their necks to me
Without udder or milk pail

6. Until they say to themselves in yearning
"To what doctrine should I turn?"

7. And you see my waterskins where the extractor
Squeezes them, slowly drawing out the milk