How long will you flee from us, how long will you go from place to place?

Your soul is in our hand, like the throat of a staff.

How long have you circled the world aimlessly?

From this flock full of boasting, have you seen any fidelity?

For a couple of days, be bewildered, wandering around the world

Like dead dogs, catch (at something), hungry and destitute.

Become dead-hearted and dead-seeking, like a dead son

That robe that is on your body is from the shroud of a dead man.

You have not seen the living, so that it may show you the dead

How long will you embrace the image in the bathhouse?

Your skirt is full of potsherds, before you is that gold and wealth

You will believe me when death brings annihilation.

You say, 'What shall I do with my old gold? Bestow it!'

I am going to the heavens, gold is not valid there.

You are not an owl, you are a nightingale, why are you in this dwelling?

What has happened to the garden and the meadow, the verdure and the cypress and the morning breeze?