O young man, follow the path of obedience today

For tomorrow, youth will not come from the old

Your heart is at ease and your body is strong

When the field is wide, strike the ball

Fate took a time from me

Each of its days was as valuable as the Night of Qadr

I did not value that day

Now I know that I have lost

What effort can an old donkey under a load make?

You go, for you are riding a fast horse

If they skillfully mend a broken cup

It will not fetch the correct price

Now that you've lost it to negligence

There is no way but to recover it

Who told you to throw yourself into the river Jeyhun?

When you fall in, struggle to get out

You lost the pure water due to negligence

What remedy now but to make tayammum with soil?

If you couldn't compete with the fast runners

Go, even if you are falling and rising

If those fast runners have gone swiftly

You, without hands or feet, rise from sitting