1. When seventy bypassed me unconcerned
And weakness crept into my pillars after power

2. And decline was inserted into my gratitude and character
And time reclaimed what it had once given me

3. I was endowed with insight while seventy informs it
That it will soon be orphaned from nearby and will miss me

4. And it, the weak one, does not cease to be saddened
Miserable, shedding my tears and my sorrows

5. She did not know what she will encounter and about my distress
For what she will encounter has enriched her and enriched me