One night in youth and pleasant blessing

We youths gathered for a while

Like nightingales, singing like fresh-faced flowers

With mischief causing commotion in the street

An experienced old man sat apart from us

His night-like hair turned day by the world's turning

With a mouth like a hazelnut, closed from speaking

Unlike us, whose lips were smiling like pistachios

A young man said, 'O old man,

Why do you sit in sorrow in the corner?'

Lift your head from the collar of grief

And join the youths with a calm heart

The old man raised his head from concealment

Observe his answer, how wisely he spoke

When the morning breeze blows in the garden

It's fit for the young tree to sway

It sways while it’s young and green

It breaks when it turns yellow

In spring, when the willow brings forth catkins

The dense tree sheds its dry leaves

It's not fit for me to sway with the youths

For the morning of old age has dawned on my cheek

I am in the grip of a young hawk

Every moment it wants to seize the lead

It is your turn to sit at this feast

For we have washed our hands of luxury

When the dust of greatness settles on your head

No longer expect the joys of youth

Snow has fallen on my crow's feathers

It is not fitting to gaze at the garden like a nightingale

The beautiful peacock shows off

What do you want from the eagle with plucked wings?

My crop became tight in the harvest

Now new green shoots are sprouting for you

Our garden's freshness has passed

Who makes a bouquet from withered flowers?

My father's life leans on a cane

Relying on life anymore is a mistake

It's certain that the young stand on their feet

While the old seek help with their hands

My rosy face, see it as pure gold

It sunk as the sun turned yellow

The desire to mature from an unfinished child

Is not as ugly as from an unripe elder

I should cry like children

Out of shame for sins, not living childishly

Luqman rightly said that not living

Is better than living many years in error

To be shut in the hut from dawn

Is better than losing profit and capital

The young turn darkness into light

While the poor elder takes whiteness to the grave