1. My hair turned white, yet I kept being playful
The playfulness of an eye in a polished bridle

2. And youth turned away, so I became more perverse
In the arenas of my futile games when it turned away

3. Indeed, he to whom time was unkind with white hair
Is most deserving of a man to enjoy himself

4. Do you see me tormenting myself for what
Time was unkind to me? No, by my life, not at all