English Rendering
As a friend of mine talked about the victory we had won while young,I recollected those bygone days and wrote the following random lyric.
While young,beneath my flag I had ten thousand knights,
With these outfitted cavaliers I crossed the River.
The foe prepared their silver shafts during the nights;
During the days we shot darts from golden quiver.
Recalling days gone by,
I sigh over my plight:
The vernal wind can't change my hair to black from white.
Since thwarted is my plan for gaining the lost land,
I'd learn from gentle neighbours how to plant fruit trees by hand.
