1. O you who have attained the wisdom of old age, for how long
Will you indulge in folly while death seeks you?

2. Your limbs have weakened and you are bent over,
Your eyes are bleary and your mind absent.

3. You have grown white-haired yet still pursue
The exuberance of youth while your hair is grey.

4. The pure whiteness of your hair has been defiled -
Your sins have darkened what was once so bright.

5. O white dye perfectly applied by the Creator,
Then blackened by the confused, wandering fool.

6. Direct your steps toward your impending fate,
For soon you will depart this world.

7. You will bid farewell to joys and sorrows,
While your silent condition speaks of lament.

8. Will you not be stirred by the cries of doves,
And the raven amidst your abodes complaining?