1. Do not weep from the nights that they
Deprived you of the desire of a drinker from a drink

2. For your least possession with them is the sword of demise
Drawn from the hair of the graying elder

3. And the departure of your life every hour's journey
And the fading of your vigor in the most vigorous time

4. So if you cried, cry for your life, it
Is the wailing of a wing, passing like a planet