English Rendering
How many one be spared the sorrow and regret of human life?
Why am I alone so overwhelmed, what end to my grief?
To my former kingdom I return in dreams again,
And awaken to find my tears already brimming.
With whom did I climb the high towers then?
How often I remember how we gazed into the clear autumn.
These things past are already drained and dead,
As though they were moments from within a single dream.
