English Rendering
Woods wrapped in morning mist, chill dawn awakes,
Wild gardenias bloom—their scent spreads wide.
How blest to see worldly affairs fade away,
How strange old age makes passions magnified!
Three cups of winter ale float emerald hue,
One scroll of spring verse smoothed on pale gold.
Why not cast off all mortal constraints,
And beg rivers and lakes to drown me bold?
