Turn now to me!
In days when thy desires are firm
while the heats, the colds, the warmth
Are pleasant to your mortal body
when the years are not shortened
when they are yet regretful to recall
Before the day, when the shepherd
shall tremble at bleats of his sheep
And Climbers shall cease to tour
for night is come and they are weary
The oracle shall think too little
and shall talk too much words
when sons of the smith shall not wear
Pendants because they are all rusted
They shall fear for every bit of noise
and sleep will become so difficult
Seize joy in every days of thy youth
For ages comes fast with lasting infirmities
There Is no deeds sacred in man's existence,
and their creator will judge every doings.