English Rendering
Peach blossoms in full bloom by riverside,
Cloud-like sails pass by maples far and wide.
To earn a living I have to change place,
Coming from afar, tears stream on my face.
On southern journey, old and ill I sigh;
Looking northward, I long for royal sky.
Why should I torture myself for so long?
Where is the connoisseur who knows my song?
