1. The praise of old age was pretentious for me, an old man,
And does anyone praise old age except out of pretense?

2. So I said, “Look at it hurting the heart of a young man first,
Or look at it in the end, unraveling him.”

3. Thirty pilgrimages of my life grew old.
I wore with them the garb of youth, magnificent.

4. A youth whose absence took away my passion,
And the passing of a time for which I found no averter.

5. With it I set up in my heart the pillar of happiness,
Until old age persistently turned it away.

6. So roam freely in the era of youth,
And if you wish, make of it a refined nature.

7. And the line of old age grabbed the edges of my cheek,
So it woke up in the morning, cloven.