English Rendering
Surrounded by peaks,a bridge flies from shore to shore;
A soft blue stream flows through flowers before the door.
A few thatched houses with windows I adore.
There comes no dust,
The place is swept by vernal breeze in fitful gusts.
I hear birds twitter when awake from nap at noon;
I wonder in my bed why the cock crows so soon.
Thinking of my friends who have all grown old,
Why indulge in a dream of gold?
Do not forget the way to glory is rough and cold!
