O Troupe of little vagrants of the world,

Leaves are thy messenger.

Let them come,

Cling to my heart as they cling to the young spring branches.

Oh, leave the pine-forest and come over to mine!

Wander leisurely through the wilderness of my love.

The night thickens. Lock up the doors.

Evening air is laden with the scent of the flower of passion.

Unstring my lute and set it aside.

Ah, the time has come!

Hurry! Call in the players.

Open the doors of my cottage to the world.

Let the drama of life be played out in its light.

This poem captures the fleeting beauty of life, much like the blossoming of summer flowers. It speaks of embracing life's moments with open arms, cherishing every transient experience as if it were eternal. The imagery of nature and music weaves a tapestry of emotion that resonates deeply with readers, urging them to live fully and passionately.

Please note that translations can vary, and this version aims to convey the essence of the original work while remaining true to its spirit.