English Rendering
I come to hillside home when wine is newly brewed,
And yellow chicken feed on grains which autumn's strewed.
I call my lad to boil the fowl and pour the wine,
My children tug me by the sleeve,their faces shine.
I sing away to show my joy when wine is drunk;
I dance to vie in splendor with the sun half sunk.
Though it is late to offer service to the crown,
Still I will spur my horse on my way to renown.
The silly wife despised the talent not yet blest,
I'll leave my family and journey to the west.
Looking up at the sky,I laugh aloud and go.
Am I a man to crawl amid the brambles low?
