1. Whoever weeps for lost youth out of grief
I do not weep for it out of grief

2. For my face in its ugly form
Remains for me like gray hair and baldness

3. I have never been as old as I am now
So glory be to the Creator of wonders

4. When I look in the mirror it asks me
My face, and I have not died, when will I die?

5. I am fascinated by beautiful little girls, yet
My face is not suitable, except for one devout

6. That he may worship God in solitude and not
Witness in it the spectacles of the crowd