An old man came to the doctor

From his moaning, he was close to dying

Place your hand on my vein, O wise one

For my foot can no longer rise from its place

This bent frame of mine

Is like it has sunk into the mud

Go, and disconnect your hand from the world

For your foot will rise from the mud on Judgment Day

Do not seek the joys of youth from the elderly

For flowing water does not return to the stream

If in your youth you were active

In your old age, be wise and prudent

When the span of life passes forty

Do not struggle, for your life has passed its peak

Joy fled from me then

When my evening turned to dawn

Desires must be cast out

For the time for play is over

How can my heart be refreshed by greenery

When greenery will grow from my grave?

Roaming in the air and desires

We passed over many people's graves

Those who are now hidden in the unseen

Will come and pass over our graves

Alas, the season of youth has passed

Life passed in play and amusement

Alas, such soul-nourishing times

That passed over us like lightning

I wore that madness and consumed this

I didn't pay attention to the sorrow of faith

Alas, we got preoccupied with vanity

We stayed away from truth and became heedless

How well the teacher said to the child

We did nothing, and time passed