And fill his overloaded brain
With metaphysics' idle strain.
Oh, truly wretched and forlorn
Is every Jewish son that's born;
Miserable is all his life,
Full of toil, and pain, and strife.
Thank Heaven, life is very brief;
And death soon brings a swift relief!
Kalonymos then goes on to say that, had Providence decreed that he should be born a girl, his existence on earth would have been much more pleasant.
Happier, I would surely be,