Delightful trees create a shady lane
Autumn rips off all their leaves
Through bogs and mud flats, down the narrow trails
Gazing at the somber flourishes at autumn
Traveling through the soundless dark
With fires guiding us over the bitter terrain
Our images blaze a path

For all who swear that spirit conquers flesh
Here the great Marathon starts afresh
Through bright leaves falling, down the arboreal path
Gazing at the lavish ordaining of lights
Traveling through the mist swirled up
With gaudy music unknown for ages
Our images blaze a path

Secret moves of the body, the inmost dance
Our shadows skim the earth
While the solemn sounds of our [bad word] together

From here our souls gradually aspire
Into the purgatorial fire
Through the emerald trees, down the alabaster mansion
Gazing at the daylight inch across the floor
Lumbering from room to room
With vast music that mingled with the luster of the room
Our images blaze a path