English Rendering
Shower by shower
Besprinkles evening rain the sky
Over the river,
Washing cool the autumn air both far and nigh.
Gradually frost falls and blows the wind so chill
That few people pass by hill or rill,
In fading sunlight drowned is my bower.
Everywhere the red and the green wither away,
There's no more splendor of a sunny day.
Only the waves of River Long
Silently eastward flow along.
I cannot bear
To climb high and look far,for to gaze where
My native land is lost in mists so thick
Would make my lonely heart homesick.
I sigh to see my rovings year by year.
Why should I linger hopelessly now there,now here?
From her bower my lady fair
Must gaze with longing eye.
How oft has she mistaken homebound sails
On the horizon for those sails of mine?
How could she know that l,
Leaning upon the rails,
With sorrow frozen on my face,for her I pine!
