So the year ends enormously

With golden wine and fruit of the gardens.

All around the forests silence wonderfully

And are the lonely one’s companions.

Then the countryman says: it is good.

You evening bells long and quiet

Still give glad courage to the end.

A line of birds greets on the journey.

It is the mild time of love.

In the boat down the blue river

How beautifully image is strung to image -

That declines in rest and silence.