1. O my savior, and the hand of time scratches me,
And the burden of my grandfather is failing,

2. Surely you are the carrier of the heaviness of my worries,
And the one who makes time recover from me,

3. And the one who faces time and its people for me,
While they are uncooperative, and you are the victorious hero,

4. Take it easy, I ransom you with a brain that you have defended
From its disasters when there was no helper but you,

5. Lower yourself, for things have an end,
And everything is heading towards the end