I lamented it in every gathering
I associated wih those in bad or happy circumstances
(But) every one became my friend from his (own) opinion
He did not seek my secrets from within me
My secret is not far from my lament
But eyes and ears do not have the light (to sense it)
He hath not lived here, who hath sober lived,
And he that dieth not drunk hath missed the mark.
With tears then let him mourn himself, whose life
Hath passed, and he no share of it hath had.