“To whom shall I speak today ?
Brothers are mean,
The friends of today do not love.
To whom shall I speak today?
Hearts are greedy,
Everyone robs his comrade's goods.
To whom shall I speak today ?
Kindness has perished,
Insolence assaults everyone.
To whom shall I speak today ?
One is content with evil,
Goodness is cast to the ground everywhere. To whom shall I speak today?
He who should enrage men by his crimes — He makes everyone laugh at his evildoing. To whom shall I speak today ?
Men plunder,
Everyone robs his comrade.
To whom shall I speak today ?
The criminal is one’s intimate,
The brother with whom one dealt is a foe.
To whom shall I speak today ?
The past is not remembered,
Now one does not help him who helped.
To whom shall I speak today ?
Brothers are mean,
One goes to strangers for affection.
To whom shall I speak today?
Faces are blank,
Everyone turns his face from his brothers.
To whom shall I speak today ?
Hearts are greedy,
No man’s heart can be relied on.
To whom shall I speak today ?
None are righteous,
The land is left to evildoers.
To whom shall I speak today ?
One lacks an intimate,
One resorts to an unknown to complain.
To whom shall I speak today ?
No one is cheerful,
He with whom one walked is no more.
To whom shall I speak today ?
I am burdened with grief
For lack of an intimate.
To whom shall I speak today ?
Wrong roams the earth,
And ends not.”