1. Indeed I say to the gray hair I saw
In my temples, so I turned away from it

2. To you - though I am not done even if
It spreads all over me with whiteness

3. Do I have anything but twenty years past
With six after them in succession

4. And indeed I descended with an innocent heart
In the field of every misleading temptation

5. And it is seldom that I shy away from you
Though in what I desire - and if you move - I persist

6. So upon you what you shone with taking my blames
And upon me to face you with the shears