1. My youth has passed, yet still it lingers,
And the brief time with Layla grows longer.

2. longing gifts me with solitude,
In which apathy sings its mournful song.

3. When my hair turned white, and my soul aflame,
The hidden fire within me raged strong,

4. Had you wished, you could have stilled his passion,
A heart, for anguish, too manly and strong.

5. So I said, "Don't hasten to blame me,
For only the wise can see what is wrong."

6. He tormented me when love was young,
So how will it be now that love is full grown?