1. You blame me for graying, as if
I wasted my youth or invited old age upon myself.

2. How can I be consoled for a departed beloved?
After him, I have no joy in any other beloved.

3. After him I am like an uninhabited quarter,
A valley whose rain has ceased, no longer fertile.

4. So do not lament youth in my presence, for I
Only weep and moan for it alone.