The more I live, the more my grief is stronger,
He doesn't respond to the voice of storms
My soul is getting closer and closer
Like the eternal Azure.
I don't regret my youth
She was as beautiful as the May sun.
I'm not afraid of you, come to me
Oh old age, the best spring!
Kissed by you, I'll be still young
Under a light sinless gray hair gel.
As soon as you tame me in your cool
And the pain, and the delirium and the warmth of spring.
Moulay Cherif Chebihi Hassani