1. The gray hair has already flashed like lightning,
As if its clouds have poured down heavily.

2. So gracefully turn to it white within white,
Remember not the vigor of vigor.

3. And from my youth I put off a green life,
And met from my gray hair a blue foe.

4. Passion was the intimacy of youth and its friend,
Until my gray hair came between and they parted.

5. Do not ask of the days, and if they give, then do not
Take, for after their bliss comes this misery.