1. O my body, do not despair of decay
When you become dust and scattered remains

2. Though this body before its dissolution
Was wicked, the deed is more evil and corrupt

3. The shoulders of my hours I rode
Seeking in vain, and time's march does not linger

4. A day and a night I oscillated between them
As if I were a worthless thread grasping

5. I think my time, its existence and corruption
A child playing in the dirt of earth, frolics and toys