English Rendering
The eastern garden’s trodden way
Leads to blooming peach and plum trees.
But withered leaves are blown away
And drifting in the autumn breeze.
Bright flowers languish soon and fade;
With thorns the hall will be overgrown.
Leave the hall on horse and evade
To Hermits’ hill and settle down!
Hard to keep you from being lost,
Let alone your children and wife.
Wild grass will be covered with frost;
Soon will end the year and our life.
