Old persons and most often live in suffering because they live a deep solitude and grief
| Old as you are:
One day without tomorrow, weighing the years, hardened as the lead and full of both grief and bitterness.
Long boring time durable without end, renders your life a dark path.
Without proprieties, without family, isolated and neglected, even though your yesterday love and tenderness as radiance let hearts vibrant.
Under rain in a freezing cold, an endless penumbra and an infinite tunnel without exit, there the light is forbidden.
Your youth, just yesterday perches as a king, has betrayed you.
Fleeing indeed your destiny but in vain for falling again in her arms, gigantic arms of an ogress gripping you, stifling your breath and preventing you to breath.
You're infinite prayers and your tremendous hope, like a mirage in a desert, there the thirst is mortal.
Your bulky oldness, you have no place around your relatives, old as you are, life is forbidden for you.
There in that residence of old persons, you will snuff out; you will vanish in the forgetfulness without mercy.
Old as you are.