At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.
Beating your wings and feathers,
As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.
The wine of this fleeting world
This phantom world gave you false signs
You are now the Sun -
I've heard that you can barely see your soul.
O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
Pouring down like the rain of heaven
Now the words are over