1. The grey hair spread over the brisk young man
And appeared, so his deer and does were startled

2. Do not die, O inhabitant of the brisk land, of sorrow
And you lived after the complainers their life

3. Or I lived my life with the aloofness of a master
Who accustomed me to his leaning and whispers

4. That one's life leaves have withered
While I am the one whose steadfastness broke its plants

5. And he came to the rock of generosity, so he circled
The pilgrimage of hope, visiting its station

6. They ruled the time as you see its worshippers
And its elite, guides and silent ones

7. The light of their house still shines
Nor is the guest absent, hearing its verses