To orchards in fall, let’s open a door
Delve in their beaus, deeper than before.
From everyone, borrow attention
Carefully follow, bold season’s lore.
Let’s appreciate, red face of the rose
That will last only, a few days more.
Like a nightingale, stick to its scent
Reproach of thorns, let’s again ignore.
Tell the grape bunch, we saw her smile
To taste her essence, we are here for.
Before the day comes, that every garden
From autumn cold, to receive a sore;
Let’s come out pure, leave behind dreg
So hot and smooth, as gold comes of ore;
As the Moon starts, pouring its light
From high skies, onto this floor;
Let’s demand grapes, a powerful wine
From old clays, to new bowls pour.
