1. My cheeks wrinkled, and the nights wrinkled,
And declension declensions letters and dots,

2. And spread in accidents blanks,
And has only the hand of death is picked up,

3. And whoever exceeded fifty years,
Incidents overrides them,

4. With grief and anxiety and anguish,
And weak patience accident and despair,

5. Yearns for his peers and youth,
As the longing of the separated seasons tied,

6. They say in old age generous dream,
They were right in it and in it despair,

7. If the age of man prolonged his patience,
And confirm something from him in trap,

8. And if he was not from the mercy of God despairing,
From his age though prolonged does not despair,

9. We saw a lot of greed not marred,
And every youth in the virtues envied,

10. And the hope of the deluded account for which
Comes and did not account for what he stripped,

11. And cite death and death in it,
And bring the world closer and its world is more complex,

12. The consequence of the clothes of the cradle is the shroud,
And the last date of creatures is embalming,

13. It is strange to be deluded by a low world,
His safety from it is remote and fortunate,

14. If the consequence of its good is the evil you see,
Then leaving the acquisition of sin for repentance is more cautious,

15. So the hungry dog ​​did not turn away from you, so satiate it,
And the best thing in matters is moderation,

16. Next to me, O Leila, I folded on the dunes,
And I have aromatic herbs and a halting place,

17. But love led me to you in youth,
And where poetry came from me with white hair I wipe,

18. So whoever blames me today for your love, if
Tears like resin flowed from my eyes,

19. I kissed you so my ribs melted from my sigh,
And almost fell into my trachea,