My fields, my gardens, are choked with weeds: should I not go?
My soul has led a bondsman's life: why should I remain to pine?
But I will waste no grief upon the past: I will devote my energies to the future.

I have not wandered far astray.

I feel that I am on the right track once again.
"Lightly, lightly, speeds my boat along, my garments fluttering to the gentle breeze.

I inquire my route as I go.

I grudge the slowness of the dawning day.