English Rendering
Autumn’s now cloudy and now fine,
Gradually on the decline.
It turns dreary and chill
In a courtyard still.
I stand to listen to cold breeze;
In thick clouds I see no wild geese.
No one is left deep in the silent night,
But lonely candle sheds on lonely walls its light.
Awake from wine and autumn song,
How can I pass this endless night so long?
