1. This age has run its course or neared the end,
And worries have consumed you or overwhelmed.

2. Processions of stars stand still,
You see in the west no gates at all.

3. And dawn seems when it saw
A harsh night, terrified and scared.

4. The anger of coddling from a lovely one
Wearing the garb of beauty a cloak.

5. My eyes are enchanted, and I do not see
Except him among people as loved ones.

6. And when I was tested by him for a while
And I see for the moment causes.

7. A branch that sways in the moonlight
Galloping to the drizzle clouds.

8. The branches of his rest have borne fruit
For the votaries of beauty, ripe dates.

9. They blamed me for the slanderers, and how much
Did they hurt me, and how much did they find fault.

10. They tortured a young man with their injustice,
Weary in love, exhausted.

11. So he shunned our love,
And I saw he was a liar.

12. My eye does not see him as an equal,
A story in love he did not live up to.

13. And a talk I made for him
Unknown to people, veils.

14. The prose of his words does not pall,
Infatuated, it amazes with admiration.

15. We whispered it, and it was sweet to us,
And we gained from it a plentiful share.

16. And a youth who pleased me,
And with whom I used to frolic playfully.

17. The fame of beauty I was never turned down for,
And an intercessor who never failed.

18. Then we came to a means,
With the hair on his head hanging loose.

19. Before me the bitterness of my life,
And behind me from it what tasted good.

20. My hair turned grey, so I said to it:
"Turn grey my heart, for it has become old."

21. The condition of my fate is all fickle,
When we made it swell with anger.

22. And I have lived sheltered,
None found in my manners blemish.

23. And I milked fate halfway through,
And the soul spent it confused.

24. And the owner of the fifth of the earth,
With it he fills the land crowded.

25. Like the swelling of the sea raging,
It rebukes the night when it becomes dark.

26. And I raid with a sharp sword
That causes the skulls to collapse numbly.

27. Time has clad it with its sheath,
And the night dressed it with robes.

28. Doubt dwelled in it when it saw
In the corner of grief flocks.

29. So we stoned it for its delusion,
And it spent for greed miserly.

30. And we repelled the spear blood stained
To the blood of beasts a drinker.