English Rendering
Distant ridges in misty fields, no close friends.
Time flies and I am invested in embroidered robes.
I take my mirror from its box to find my hair's a mess.
Green hills, warm stove, thick incense smoke.
I am deeply moved to find the mighty remember me.
I miss you a little and write you as light fades in my door.
Don't begrudge me the goat cart. Don't frown at these lines.
Shedding willows, bursting plums, so much fragrance.
