1. When grey hairs impose on youthful locks
Hurry and make mistakes in your counts

2. And say, no welcome to you, my guest
And torment him with all kinds of torments

3. With plucking or cutting each day
And sometimes with hated dye

4. If he does not yield and comes in due time
Say in the expanse of a house and proximity

5. And do not expose him except with goodness
Even if he transcends the rift of youth

6. Take the grey hairs their bundles and race ahead
And release the reins of your mount to depart

7. The caravan has indeed moved on while you
Walk at the forefront of the riders