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My lowly hut is

In the southeast from the capital.

Thus I chose to live.

And the world in which I live

People named a "Mount of Gloom".

From this world I think

That there is nowhere to escape.

I wanted to hide

In the mountains' farthest depths;

But there I hear the stag's cry.

In my loneliness

I leave my little hut.

When I look around,

Everywhere it is the same:

One lone, darkening autumn eve.

As I view the moon,

Many things come into my mind,

And my thoughts are sad;

Yet it's not for me alone,

That the autumn time has come.

Color of the flower

Has already faded away,

While in idle thoughts

My life vainly passes by,

As I watch the long rains fall.

For some men I grieve;

Some men are hateful to me;

And this wretched world

To me, with all my sadness,

Is a place of misery.