English Rendering
All things have changed.Once more I pass the Gate.
We came together,I go back without my mate.
Bitten by hoary frost,half the parasol dies;
Life-long companion lost,one lonely love-bird flies.
Grass wet with dew
Dries on the plain,
How can I leave our old abode and her grave new!
Lying in half empty bed,I hear the pelting rain.
Who will turn up the wick to mend my coat again?