Under the walnut trees on the side of the mountain, lambs are nibbling on tender grass. A small stream on the side, babbling water. The white clouds and snow on the top of the mountain are always difficult to distinguish. When the grapes ripened in season, I left your side. The setting sun has fallen at the foot of the mountain, and the sheep around you have long since left your sight. O beloved! Under the grapevines in the evening, cheerful songs have sounded. Hurry back to your flock and put away your thoughts. Dance to the beautiful music and show your intoxicating smile. It's like the first time we met.