1. Youth will not return to you, for time moves on
Until you become like a hillock on the plain

2. What ails me that I am now weak and frail
Crumbling as the grasses after rains

3. After my youth here, exuberant and strong
As if just leaving an perfumer's domain

4. I rode the stick until it pained me so
For riding it, my back and fingers strain

5. I cannot see a face until up close
My vision fails me after keen discerning