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Old age has come and the season of youth has passed Did you see, O heart, how life passed without our knowing

What hope can old age hold for us now When youth itself passed before me with eyes wet with tears

May it drown — that ship of a lifetime that day and night Sailed through a sea of tears and blood of the liver

It slipped from my hands; my soul reached my lips I fell and the water passed over my head

Piri rasido fasle jawani degar gozasht Didi dila ke omro chesan bekhabar gozasht

Mara degar che chashme omide ze pirst Kaz peshe man jawani ba chashme tar gozasht

Ay gharqa bad keshteye omre ke roz o shab Dar bahr aab dida o khone jigar gozasht

Az dast kar man shod o janam balab rasid Az pa dar oftadam o aabam ze sar gozasht