1. There are times of serenity, and ignorance has its seasons and appointed times,
As desires and passions have their ends and limits,

2. He saw his white hair shining like Indian goose feathers,
Adorning his youthful temples in beautiful strands,

3. So he reconsidered his dreams, and his misguided passions answered back,
And in self-denial, desire has its ultimate end,

4. For gray hair is a shooting star that targets the devil of evil,
Striking him down, and how many archers hit their targets!

5. Praise be to God for the pearl of youth if its radiance were to last,
For its moments in life are not like other moments,

6. Nor does old age heed any falsehood when the final
Resting place beckons, and its secrets are uncovered,

7. The rise of gray hair, if it pleases you, is clearly
A harbinger whose advent has been heralded by death.