1. It is time for those who bid farewell to youth
To leave aside the cup and drink

2. Leave me be, my friend, for gray hair
Has made reproach weighty

3. Old age's falcon forcibly snatched away
My turban, that stylish wrap

4. Flattery does not suit my nature-
How could I approve of dye?

5. Many are the days I rode
My whims, when the stirrups were light for me

6. And youth made me delight
In all that was sweet and splendid

7. Morn comes to me still drowsy,
And night does not remove my worry

8. How awful is an era whose goodness
Has withered and whose fruit has rotted

9. I do not blame any but my own fortune
If only it could hear reproach