1. May this age withhold its greed
I am neither its prey nor its goods

2. How pure it is when the age sings
The age died of fearing it

3. How can the age dream of deceiving us
When strongholds have guarded us from its tricks

4. Shame and disgrace told by its masked face
This spring didn't weave any of its pieces

5. Our eyes shine brighter
As our glances grow sharper towards its glimmer

6. So we adorned time with another adornment
In its holidays and its gathering

7. Quenching it, making and pretending
Yes, quenching it and its pretense

8. He saw it following favors
Thus it was more malicious than its followers