Nr. 139
Calcutta nr. 139
Not translated
Payne 1898 - 409
Wit fails with age; awry with him that 's old it tendeth;
My cheek's pomegranate-flower mere paint to hold it tendeth:
What wonder if Life's house totter, since, all in ruin,
Roof, door and cornerstones, to wrack and mould it tendeth?
Thompson 1906 - 865
Old age bent over totters to its end,
My cheek's pomegranate flowers some color lend;
The roof and doors and cornerstones and walls
Of Being’s house to desolation tend.