In the heat of summer,
The cuckoo sits on the branch and calls-
"Eyes gone", "Eyes gone"
In this heat, life is terrifying-
Realizing this, the wayfarer decided to leave home.

How the branches of the tree are stunted-
There is no wind,
Lazily, the shepherd gave the body to relax,
In the shade of a tree, holding his flute-
This summer, the scene seems to be chirping.

Couldn't bear the heatstroke, though
The beggar is returning door to door-
The bored bard seeks to find peace in cloudless sky
Lean body, walking on the edge of an unknown village.

Dry day lean on the lap of evening
Forget the weariness in the touch of late night dream.