English Rendering
It is the second spring I stay on Southern shore,
To build their nest, the swallows peck twice clods of clay.
“Friends to my garden, you should have known me before.
Why should you gaze at me on this festive spring day?
It is a pity you should build nest here or there.
Does it not look like my boat floating far and nigh?
I should tell you to leave the mast without your stare.
Don’t wrinkle the water and bring tears to my eye!”
