1. My fast has been long, yet I do not cease my fast
And my provision for death is to break fast

2. O gray hair, do not doubt that you are a shield
A razor cannot shave you, nor can danger threaten you

3. If you forbid the obstinate self from sin
And it becomes good, you are but a sweet scent

4. You have become like camphor, atoning for sins
So cool down, even if the cooking pot was heated