English Rendering
The capital was ruled by Kings since days gone by.
There rich green and lush gloom breathe a majestic sigh.
Like dreams has passed the reign of four hundred long years,Which calls forth tears:
Modern laureates are buried like their ancient peers.
Along the river I go where I will,Up city-walls and watch-towers I gaze my fill.
Do not ask what has passed without leaving a trail!
To what avail?
The endless river rolls in vain beyond the rail.
