English Rendering
When autumn winds are sweeping clouds away,
Leaves fall and wild geese fly on southward way.
While orchids and chrysanthemums have their best days,
My fair maid always in my mind's eye stays.
Our boat is floating on the river Fen,
Cutting midstream currents now and then,
With music mingled with the songs of men.
My joy is dampened by the simple truth
That senior age falls on the heels of youth.
