The more I age, the more my judgement goes.
My age approaches fifty, friends.
And, Lord, my reverence grows less each day
While evil deeds increase against my foes.

From God I am estranged - no hadji I.
Although I sometimes think myself still young
My beard is white, my strength declines, my teeth
Fall out. Alas, my life has passed me by.

Still worldly things are by my heart adored
While lies and gossip occupy my tongue.
The loveliness of women frets my mind.
Stand back, Deceiver! Lust remains my Lord.

Lord God Above, without your gentle aid
How can I free myself? This wretchedness
Snares me within the passions of the flesh
Without the wish to serve you. I'm unmade.

Oh friends, I cry again, I am not whole
Without a faith. It seems my life is mist -
And mist enshrouds the sunlight of my fate.
Shine, Lord, and wake my heavy-sleeping soul

Lord God, because I am in disarray
Send me a ray of faith bright from beyond.
Forget to count my errors and my sins
Forget, forgive me - prostrate now I pray.

Hell bums as still in flames of lust I stray
Girls guard their purses, men their goods, but I
Stand caught between my fears and palsied hopes.
O Lord, what will befall on Judgement Day?