English Rendering
Red flowers fade and green apricots are still small
When swallows pass
Over blue water which surrounds the garden wall.
Most willow catkins have been blown away,alas!
But there is no place where will not grow sweet green grass.
Without the wall there's a path within there's a swing.
A passer-by
Hears the fair maiden's laughter in the garden ring.
As the ringing laughter dies away by and by,
For the enchantress the enchant'd can only sigh.
