May my suffering be known to you.

May my sorrow be known to you.

My creator you are the secret,

No one will whisper to him.

No one will laugh at me,

Because you are a secret keeper,

Because he is the God of us all,

My secret is kept from you,

You’re indeed from heaven.

In the world you became a mockery of your suffering.

No one in the world has mercy on another.

In the world they look only to themselves

And in the office they look after their friends,

Even the quotes have yet to face each other.

He who suffers will be relieved by death.

The rich will pass it on to the grandchildren.