1. The turns of the nights have made me as you see,
I discipline the walk of the foolish at birth,

2. And I feel the walls with my palm and staff,
And I love as the infant loves the homeland.

3. I perform my duties sitting with difficulty,
Woe is me, and the door of the house is closed to good.

4. Whoever lives after eighty four more,
Wishes for the roses of death, and death is more generous.

5. So let no person blame living the life of youth,
For upon the days is no creation that lasts.