1. My temples grayed from worries and aspirations
A night becomes a night and day becomes endless

2. Forgetfulness and delusion have troubled me
I almost perished from the long nights

3. Yet the blackest (nights) did not last
Consolations surround it and it passses

4. Now my steeds fail me when most ardent
They cannot keep pace should we race

5. Their eyes bulge and they become blind
Do not insult people as you would not be insulted