1. I looked into my mirror, oh how I wish
I had not looked and turned away instead.

2. So I would not see the whiteness that
Appeared in my hair and on my temple.

3. Oh what sorrow! Where is the youth that
Old age has transgressed upon?

4. I grew old, ceaselessly full of regret,
For gray hair is the messenger of demise.

5. The span of life is short, my soul will not
Endure long after nearing its end.