1. As if the tears of the soul were threaded in its throat
When parting called it in the morning while it complained

2. A prisoner of an act made ugly by an evil doer
Who does evil with an object and it has no release

3. The eve of a lifetime whose morning had passed
In the prime of nights and enjoyments therein vanished

4. And death bared the decay from its white hairs
So neither youth is good nor disengagement is good

5. And he wrote the essence of my thoughts in his paper
So human tradition proved it to me with its writ

6. I say to myself as it is above its bed
Being generous and the fire of resurrection kindling behind it

7. If it did good it succeeds in what it did good
And if it did evil it surely failed so hardship afflicted it

8. Grant me success for that which I craved
Then where is pride, and knowledge, and prestige, and possession

9. What I loved is gone since I declined before it
And my death informed me of it that it is a delusion

10. So the last of my pleasures is scandal and shame
And there is no good in pleasures whose end is exposure

11. And the days have not ceased to make me old
Its beginning is affliction and its end is vileness

12. And it tore from me the mantle of my youth
Like a gazelle stripped of its skin the musk

13. Leave me be for death is standing at the door
Assailing me until it threw down my brain

14. And it took to the tail of my life holding it
And what escape is there for me when the holder has overcome me