1. With lanterns swaying and travellers thronging its heights
The hillside is visited at eve and dawn.

2. It has a charm whose lights, the farther seen,
The more they tempt and dazzle as they dawn.

3. Its blossoms smile from afar to greet the bee;
A wafting fragrance breathes from where they throng.

4. When by his cares oppressed the seeker climbs
To visit it, down droop on him its boughs.

5. I shunned men's praises and escaped their blame.
My censurers now no more afflict my ears.