1. The light of gray hair is guide enough
For him whom dark nights have led astray.

2. You think, because my hair is turning gray,
That I can't fight against death's deadly sway?

3. Tomorrow fate will hurl its shafts at me;
Its arrows will be aimed right at my head.

4. My dark night used to shoot and miss its mark;
Now that my hair shines bright, it sees its target.