I have to leave temporarily for my farm and garden, Though I am loath
to depart from my colleagues in time of war. Before I start on the long
journey, I leave this poem to say good-by. There is indeed much sadness;
let us lighten it with wine. This autumn we have often been troubled
with rain; Today for the first time the weather is clear. On the moun-
tainous road I shall frequently hear martial bugles: How can I bear such
tunes everywhere?