Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift-chasing sun.
The bees forget to sip their honey;
Drunk with light they foolishly hover and hum
The ducks in the islands of the river clamor in joy for mere nothing
Let none go home, brothers,
We should seek the nice flowers
As gift for our dear teacher to show our appreciation and love
The simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeam and the of the midnight
The poem for our teacher, share their sears in the heart of the world with the music of the clouds and forests
Like a timorous bird it fly to your breast with eager love
The day is not yet alone,
The fair is not over,
The fair on the river-bank
I had feared that my time had been squandered and my last penny lost
I still seek the nice flowers for you, my teacher