1. The youth of springtime died long ago
And my heart refuses all but grief's return

2. Time passed, time passed, though the mother of exile slowed it
How often has it revived a folk come the morrow of departure?

3. I drank a draught that left no burning thirst
And from my shoulder cast the best of cloaks

4. If the scant hoariness of age brought no profit
It was the opposite of scanty, a streaming flood

5. Raise me up, for I please not those who praise me
Turn me back, for I fear not the threat of refusal

6. I live nobly in this world without disgrace
Showing openly a face bound by duty's rein

7. With lofty Acacias, those who dwell in Acacia
And the twisted trunks, people of Sarwad

8. The bracelets' jingle and the anklets' chime in the gloaming
Praising a Lord who created them with grace