1. If my days of play and foolishness have passed
And the morning of my old age has dawned in my youth

2. And a cloud has appeared on my brow
That has made the white doves fly from my homeland

3. Then I will hide it with a veil
Just as the shining salt hid itself from me behind a veil

4. With dye, just as she veiled
Her face from me with a dark-dyed hand

5. Many a white one has appeared on my temple
Shining like pearls in the clouds

6. I was told, beware not to pluck it out
For multiples will come in its place; so I increased my wonder

7. I said, here you go, pluck the black ones!
My beard grows based on this calculation