1. My youth has passed as the night faded,
And dawn broke after the night of my prime.

2. Sighing in your passion is the dawn of old age,
And the night of youth scattered like shooting stars.

3. My youth was an obedient devil,
Cast out by the meteors of my greying hair.

4. And the arrows of fate have rained down
Upon my cheeks, bringing the raven.

5. The beauty of youth and of home is gone,
Long held in my memory, no longer sung.

6. One fades lighter than droplets of my tears,
One greener than the drops of clouds.

7. One reminds my soul of its passing,
The other stirs memories in the ruins.

8. Thus is your world repaired after breaking,
Hurting, then rebuilt upon the rubble.

9. And the weary soul recoils from it,
Hindered by the snare from disturbance.

10. If not for it, I’d have swiftly shed
My skin in this world, though it was my veil.

11. I knew its betrayal, so I parted from it.
When I forgave it, it estranged me.

12. I suffer a world whose pain is higher
Than my patience, lower than reproach.

13. Rightness for people was wrongly mixed,
And how often rightness was unlike rightness!

14. I mix with them, while my spirit’s place
Is veiled from them, in the Highest Heaven.

15. I am not one dirtied by the company—
Whenever hands were dusted of the soil.

16. If visions appear to the eyes, they attain
Fantasies, while being barred from my reason.