Who never choked on tear-stained bread,
who never spent his nights in sorrow,
but weeping on his sleepless bed,
knows naught of Gods that shape tomorrow.

Who never ate with tears his bread,
who never wailed away till morrow
deprived of sleep upon his bed:
he knoweth not ye Gods of sorrow:

You lead the human into life
you let the poor soul fail, God-fashion,
then leave him to his pain and strife:
for punished must be each transgression!

You force a man into his life,
you let the poor man sin in passion,
then let him suffer hurt and strife,
aware that pain rewards aggression!

You stain a man with guilt's impression,
and then abandon him to pain:
For life avenges all transgression!