1. I folded the newspaper and leaned on my cane
And left the gray hair coming to you, my youth

2. I thought half a century was a game of a player
Fooling around with pebbles and sticks

3. Or a market whose stalls he keeps furnishing
For the amusement of elders and frisk of youth

4. Oh curse of fifty, you made me
Still witty and sharp

5. My world is still the resort of passion
In every dale, a fawn and a gazelle

6. So go ahead with what pleases your rib
And if you can, tear my veil

7. Clarify the valley of winter and its slopes
Have I missed the blindest of arrows on my cliffs

8. I warn you I never gave up on my way
For two years, and love fills my eyebrows

9. And the heart keeps throbbing against your will
With love for the kohl-eyed rain is my right way

10. It’s the way of love that I have always pursued
And my friends keep pursuing with me

11. So I'm still in my hut on
Its balcony, sick and sober

12. I drink it even if a beauty like you
Does not quench my thirst