1. Alas, youth has passed and I did not benefit
Except with burning that prolongs my torment

2. I spent my days in vain delusions
Between thinking and writing

3. Had I been fair, the love of the beautiful maid
Would have been my purpose, and beauty my only quest

4. How much pleasure came by yet I was oblivious
But I lost my composure

5. How many chances arose that I let pass
That captivate minds with their graceful charm

6. I turned away modestly though in my mind
Thirst for a kiss and sip of wine

7. I made my chest the grave of my desires
When abstinence was called for in the times

8. So I grew old before graying, and my bodily strength
Fell to the strike of worries and afflictions

9. And I regretted when I wasted my youthful days
And missed in them my joy and wishes

10. And today if I remember and go back
My heart still has remnants of infatuation and yearning

11. I weep for the past and lament its time
And nearly choke from intense craving for my wine

12. I am like a monk in a secluded temple
Who spent nights behind the mirage of a specter

13. Until when the beauty of adornments and
The charm of eyelashes was put before him

14. He forsook his prayers and monastery and chanting
And his hope of reciting in the prayer niche

15. The caller of the heart called him after asceticism
And austerity, hoping for good fate

16. Thirsty for years, so he came to soak his bitterness
But he did not find except disgrace

17. Such is the fate of rebels, and these
Are the rhythms of life and course of eras