世間榮落重逡巡，The wax and wane of life flies.

我獨丘園坐四春。 But I have idled for four springs.

縱使有花兼有月， Even the moon and flowers are there,

可堪無酒又無人。 Having no wine, nor anyone appreciating me.

青袍似草年年定，  Remaining status quo, same robe every year,

白髮如絲日日新。  But more and more gray hair growing.

欲逐風波千萬里，  Always devote myself to trudging on road,

未知何路到龍津。   Which way leads me to the destination?