1. Alas, let me weep for my past youth
And lament what old age has demolished and destroyed

2. Now that I have surrendered to gray hair
My youth seems sweeter, my old age wiser

3. Every man is reckless in his prime
But becomes composed when time turns his hair gray

4. And so here I am, spending every night
With worries that flow into a river of tears

5. I ride the steed of sadness, sighing
As youth’s breath escapes from my nostrils

6. I sip the nectar from every rose
Where red lips once grew, now muted and pale