(Sings) Seeking a livelihood by the work of my hands,
Daily do I traverse the streets of the city.
(Speaks) Well, here I am, a mender of broken jars,
An unfortunate victim of ever changing plans.
To repair old fractured jars
Is my sole occupation and support.
’Tis even so. I have no other employment.
(Takes his boxes from his shoulder, places them on the ground, sits beside them, and drawing out his fan, continues speaking)—
A disconsolate old man—I am a slave to inconveniences.
For several days past I have been unable to go abroad,