Woe is me, my mother, That you have borne me, A man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent for interest, Nor have men lent to me for interest. Every one of them curses me.
Ai ene, ai ene! Ama, zergatik ekarri ninduzun mundura? Denekin eztabaidan eta auzitan aritzeko? Ez diot inori zor, ez dit inork ere zor; hala ere, denek madarikatzen naute.