English Rendering
A man is rootless in his day,
Floating like dust along the way.
Blown east and west, no longer am I
Still the same as in days gone by.
When born, I may be called your brother,
why then should we not love each other?
Let us enjoy when days are fine,
Call neighbors out to drink our wine!
The prime of our life won’t come twice;
Each day can’t have two mornings nice.
I urge you to rise with the sun,
For time and tide will wait for none.