1. If these nights have shaped my character
Then my character has strayed far from virtue

2. If I were to look back one day and bend down
To reminisce and lament over my bygone youth

3. Now that I have reached the zenith of old age
I do not flinch from the trembling of my neck

4. Oh what a pity, my roughness and harshness are gone
Along with my obstacles, solutions, and concord

5. Was it not time that I return to
A truth that tames my arrogance, defiance and pretense

6. My affectation, delusion, absurdity
My recklessness, salinity, and discord

7. My idleness, procrastination in all that
I should not indulge in, my concord and discord

8. A soul that defers righteousness
Unlike any other in its destined accord

9. An abomination that cannot be condoned, an ugliness
That spreads anxiety among all tribes

10. And the squandering of deeds, which are merchandise
That cannot be traded in lavish markets

11. Oh how I wish I knew what fate awaits
When my temple perspires by the barber's blade

12. Or how I will be when in a forgotten
Ditch, at the mercy of the depths

13. My heart has fluttered away from its dwelling
Frightened like a bird with fluttering wings