I

In my room, the world is beyond my
   understanding;
 But when I walk I see that it consists of three or
  four
       hills and a cloud.

II

From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
 Reading where I have written,
 "The spring is like a belle undressing."

III

The gold tree is blue,
 The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
 The moon is in the folds of the cloak.