Look around, behold the trees in this garden They're growing bigger and bigger every day It must feel soothing to rest your sunburns in their shade To pick their fruit, to take a break You like it here I can tell it by the way you stare at spreading grapevines Breaking under their own weight The easiest thing - finding shelter from the wind among them The wine tastes better in here Tell me now why it has to be like this That death inspires you to live That only a plague makes you wish well to your fellow men At night you desperately try to save remains of a day You love it here! Yet so freely broke the garden's law Relished satiating sour wine, wretched rotten crops With anxiety in heart, longing for the desert, howling Ready to escape so Explain to me why it has to be like this (How else could it be?) That death inspires you to live (How else could it be?) That only a plague makes you wish well to your fellow men (The youth does not want) At night you desperately try to save remains of a day (What an old age can no longer have) Like a fool looking for all things lost in the past (I confused health with impermanence) You'll die embittered, vengeful, broken and resigned at last (Mistaken joy with righteous life's essence) The least I can do is to make it clear I feel compelled to let you know the winter's nearly here It's been a while now since I've seen a single bee in here