The year has reached its mighty ending
With golden wine and fruit of gardens.
Forests around keep wondrous peace
And are companions to the lonely.
Then says the farmer: it is good.
You evening bells prolonged and quiet
Still at the last give us good heart.
A flock of birds hails on its journey.
It is the season of mild love.
Down the blue river in a boat
How image follows lovely image -
Then all goes down in rest and silence.