1. The flirts saw the gray hair appear on my temple
So they turned away from me with bright, rosy cheeks

2. And whenever they caught sight of me or heard me
They hurried to block their paths with rocks

3. So if the gazes of eyes frown at me
They pelt me with the arrows of blames and insults

4. But I am from a noble people whose glory
Has reached the highest summits and most lofty peaks