I take a rope about my waist, I descend.

There a forest I find; very beautiful thing to see.

Here we see green trees, and in your north, in fall of year, bright colours, but there colours of rainbow all the year round.

In one place bright yellow, branch and twig of gold purely; the next, purple of a king's garment, colour of roses, colour of peach-blossom in the spring.

Past me, as I descend, float fans of the fan-coral, lilac, spreading a vine-work, trellis, as your word is.