English Rendering
My friend lives in the east mountain’s hold,
He loves the beauty here, be it new or old.
He sleeps in the woods in spring day bright,
And never rises till the sun is high.
The wind in the pines refreshes his breast;
The water in the rock cleans his ears and eyes.
I envy you from all worries a rest,
And pillow on the cloud in the blue skies.
