The day is cold and snowy; all our clothing’s damp.
What nonsense and frivolity thy weak pate doles!
And all the while thy tent, like cobweb, ’s full of holes.
Where didst thou learn contentment’s rule to make thy pride?
Has thy contentment taught thee shame from men to hide?75
The Prophet has declared: ‘Content a treasure is.’
But what knowest thou of treasure? Suffering’s all thy bliss.
Contentment’s but a water-reservoir that leaks.
Do hold thy tongue, thou plague; and cease these foolish freaks.
Thou namest me thy helpmate; lower, pray, thy tone.