1. I lamented as a bird laments separation from its mate;

    and I reproached—how often has a poet reproached his loved ones!

  2. I am indeed wronged, yet I am no wrongdoer;

    I am indeed forsaken, yet I forsake no one.

  3. And why am I not rewarded for the verse I compose,

    and why am I not rewarded for the prose I write?

  4. By what written law is a worker denied his livelihood,

    while a drunkard lives in ease and a gambler makes merry?

  5. The house of virtue, learning, and generosity is torn down,

    while tombs are built to resemble towers.

  6. Ornaments clothe decaying bones,

    while radiant faces are pelted with stones.

  7. If I die deprived, which believer in one God

    is more entitled to what the rich man who vies for more has gained?

  8. There is no failing in me, nor any infirmity;

    yet the one you put in charge of me is lowly.

  9. Are the Jews granted abundance while taking risks,

    and is the hired worker given his wage while being wary?

  10. Tidings of death came to me with dismissal, while

    the glad tidings of the post you gave me had not yet ceased.

  11. Was two years’ pay too much—two years in which

    I suffer what the despairing gambler suffered?

  12. And I have twenty long years to my credit with you,

    in which my energies and inner faculties have been put at your service.

  13. Dismissal and deprivation, when my soul bears what it bears

    from the Serbs and Bulgarians? I am indeed patient.

  14. I am torn between knowing that, of eminence,

    I am worthy, and knowing that my fortune stumbles.

  15. If my devotion to my people is a crime

    against me, then I pardon and forgive it.

  16. And if I am forbidden to seek

    deliverance, can anyone forbid me my pain?

  17. How often I spent the night awake, asking the stars to guard

    your domain, whenever a traitor tried to steal the throne.

  18. I filled the year’s post with letters to you;

    how, then, did those misfortunes settle within it?

  19. I ask you about them, knowing that they

    are your jewels, if jewels are lacking to you.

  20. They want to force me to disparage you,

    and thus lose you among what I am losing today.

  21. Who will stand by the honest, free man if he has no

    prince to champion him, or minister to lend support?

  22. And I took from your affection nothing but provision,

    as a traveler takes a little food for the road.

  23. I shall leave your spacious valley against my will,

    with your memory visiting me at evening and at dawn.

  24. And oh, if harm is inevitable, would that I were

    a wounded captive, or a stranger in exile!

Sol 6.1